Since I ceased to believe, in that thing, called God
And that myth, my faith, my hopes, all flawed
My prayers, all pleas, to a heartless stone
Impotent seeds, in a wasteland, sown
No more is fear, of the unknown now
No more, grazes me, that holy cow
No more crucified, on the cross of Christ
Baptized now me, a blasphemous heist
I am that child, who forgot, to grow
In the cradle I rotted, bullied dwarf, as though
“He is your bread, His blood, your creed”
They dictated, bred on my soul, like weed
Still stands, in long shadow, of a pious past
But in heart, a ‘Free Man’, not that fanatic aghast
Who shredded, his soul, to interweave
A kindled man, who ceased to believe!
© 2016 Vikas Chandra
You can’t leave a place you never went to.
You can’t walk away from someone you never knew.
If you ever really knew Christ would never leave him no matter what, even if it cost you your life.
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