The struggle to believe.

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You claim to be a non-believer,

You deceiver.

I can prove you are a believer of sorts,

Of your thoughts,

Of your retorts,

Sharp as a whip on the flesh of the slave,

You can’t quieten your ego and behave,

You choose the false pretence of freedom,

But don’t know freedom…… is in being a slave,

Not to that ego of yours,

Worshipping yourself,

Without any help,

Proud and arrogant,

Ignorant and blind,

Unkind,

To yourself and mankind,

As you conjecture yet another mental axe to grind,

Pretending to be a searcher,

But you cannot find,

Your mind,

Forever entangled,

Entwined.

My friend that is not the way,

That is not the wine.

Love is the way,

God is love.

Release your ego,

Like you release a dove,

Let your soul soar instead,

To the heavens above

Stop claiming you’re a non-believer when we can see your struggle in wanting to be one.

-ME