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To believe or not is that really the question

Do we really believe that there is a real god out there?Β 
how many of them does above the clouds up there share?
with 4,200 religions the gods must be warring and fighting over each and every persons single prayers.
that equates to a lot of gods let me tell you,
As if you think about it in reality, there are 7 billion of them up there past our night time sky,
with the one in the devils firey pits roasting near the core below.
7 billion as each and every religious person has their own view,Β 
their own image of the gods up there they presume.Β 
is there a god?Β 
none of us truly know,
is there a god cos his face for me has never shown.
I believe in all of the science and of history and non fiction.
how the whole world was created with a big a massive bang.
Are we all to believe all of what religion teaches,
where's the mention of dinosaurs and all the archaeological digs and scientifical breaches ?
Sabre tooth tigers and Neanderthal man,
no mention of Adam and eve and the garden of creation.
Is religion a weakness?
is religion the holding on to something that's not really there?
where do we go then when we die?
under the ground to then float to the sky?
their thoughts and their teachings give hope to those that believe,
False hope that is never found out till this planet we leave.
by then is too late,
as we can't come back and tell a loved one,
family member or friend,
oh yeah,
this is what happens when you hit the end.
your life's skids,
it halts and it stops.
there's no pearly gates or fierry depths of hell.
no garden of of Eden with beautiful flowers to smell.Β 
no one there to greet you,
and no one there to meet you.
just you in the eath being eaten by worms....
why do you think your skeleton is still there?
are bones not acceptable in any of the heavens,
I'm sorry but religion has more than once failed the family of bevans.
there are chinks and lies in every religion,
just look at the scriptures and scrutinize and question.
they are there for people to follow,
For man to control man,
they are all a cult I find hard to swallow....
it doesn't make me a bad person though as I don't believe by to the religious out there I'm now probably considered as day and spawn....
if ever I did have faith,
I'd have lost it by now,
cos my life has been proverbialy raped.
not just mine but my family around me ,
they all have faith as i'm constantly reminded,
I'm sorry but I won't be fooled,
won't waste my precious time in this life being religiously schooled.
won't give myself hope to then wonder again,
why if there is a truly a god,
did he create so much anguish, suffering and pain?

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james bevan

I did think afterwards I hope I haven't offended anyone but am just going off of all the proof around us and sick of 'cults as that is all relireligon is is a way of a people's controlling one an other. Again though is only my opinion and am not at liberty to say what people can or cannot believe in. Just like aliens etc... thank u for the positive feedback x

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james bevan

I too have mixed views as I find myself looking to the skies and asking questions but just in vein hope but only because of what the world around us have us believeΒ 

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