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Oct 25
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(metaphorically)

I never went to church. 
Yet I write about God. 
(metaphorically) 

I don’t know why 
I still capitalize the G.

A tourist crying in a cathedral, 
I feel like an imposter  

for wanting to be born aloft and broken down, 
by my ideology rather than
Him. 

There is such honesty in faith. 
I am a liar 

not for pretending to know God, 
but for denying
Them.

 
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  1. charvermont
    Oct 25, 2020

    I can relate to what you are saying - I've been raised atheist and every time I pass churches or we talk about religion in history class, it is sort of like a world that I'm peering into but don't belong in. It's a strange feeling

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  1. Yellow Sweater
    Oct 25, 2020

    Yes! I am totally fascinated by religion and I feel kind of jealous of people who grew up religious. But I also don't think I would ever be able to have that kind of faith.

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