I am confused as to why
Those who hate don't want to be spared
Hearing the opinions of those
Who just believe in the Lord, Christ and the Holy Ghost
Because almost always on a regular basis
Christian believers usually listen and take the dirt
Being spread about us not showing our hurt
The anger we want to spread
Is building in us with fast and quick
Like a volcano about to spray ash, soot and magma
Upon those who bully us so
But like welcome mats we settle in
Listening to harmful words
Oh, it's like a sin
Yet I suppose it's interesting to hear
What others have to speak about our faith
While vehemently denying it without being there
Or if they have they just are hurt by the past
Forgetting to let go and just cast it off
Isn't that funny in an oxymoron type of way?
Again I am frustrated when
I read the strangest opinions of things
I've never experienced
Since I have yet to die like
The strangest thing I've read today
Is about hell with Billie Holiday
And how it would be better than heaven
Why, how, in what ways?
Is sex so good that it must be overdone?
Talked about with innuendos
In coffee shops, schools or bathroom stalls?
Indeed, though virgin I may be
I know about pornography
And those things make me sick
Knowing how much people buy into that shi
To finish my sentence would
Cause disruption in my brain
And fixate my frustrated soul
Upon things that are more for individual pleasure
Not the Whole
A hell with sex in it would make people suicidal to go
So I guess if a murderer kills
Going to hell would mean good to him
For it is there he will find absolutely everything
Without remorse he will sit and stare
Love himself and the place he is staying
Because hell to him would be a haven?
In my mind that is disturbing to think
That without remorse people take lives without a blink
In North America
We're a society that embraces truth, justice and being right
About freedom of speech and democracy
Yet, like the hated hypocrites
We favour the minorities with the minority
Over the majority of the people's needs
Not the wants but will anyone heed?
I've read Matthew, Luke, Mark and John
I found that heaven is more than what we've thought
Jesus called it a mustard seed
Planted more out of our hearts to bringing fruit
About God's holy light and how the father loves us
NO matter our plight
But that knowledge is more than just intelligence
For the freedom to stand against
Those who think they don't need a belief
I find only to give them what I have as a friend
Though I must remain silent
As the world burdens me down.
Still I must ask the question why?
Why can't I just love my Saviour in my heart?
Why must I be judged because of my beliefs?
Why should hell be the sinner's paradise when clearly stated
It's not but the consequence of material lives?
Why am I even bothering so,
To question those,
Who make fun of my faith and demand to change holidays
Like Christmas for tolerance sake?
Why talk of heaven and hell like it's just a game?
Why think we are to blame?
Why oh why the persecution so?
I don't want to sound like I'm complaining
Though I know I sound like I'm whining
Or showing angst about a personal state
But it's a simple question to answer my frustration
Why?
Can anyone answer my question why?
I guess I won't know until I meet Him face to face
When I leave for heaven on His day
Where I go I'll only find when I die.
Author's Note: Just something I wrote.