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Opinionated Expressions of Not a Nullifidian or a Libertine But of a Freakin' Agnostic!!

For my lack of faith in God or religious texts is not a neglected run-down shanty.
So, there, isn't any reason for it to be extirpated to the ground or incinerated into cinders.
I refuse to be the wounded patsy which sanctimonious Christians put upon the cross and then use their self-righteous disapproval blasphemy like nails to crucify me.
Simply because I'd rather believe in the irrefutable logic of rational pedantry that has been repeatedly proven to be absolute.
Instead of irrationally leaping into blind faith into believing in an intangible deity of inexactness that isn't as definitive as actual vindicated knowledge.
And because I refuse to accept the force-fed religious hearsay of my heathenry lifestyle. 
Or be brimmed with guilt-ridden shame because I do not follow the path of the pious holier-than-thou beliefs. 
Or because I decide to question and doubt the hoary God-fearing rantings of the numerous unknown authors who transcribe the sacred writings. 
Or maybe it's that I am an outspoken non-sanctimonious individual who has been enlightened not because of any divine reason. 
But I became cognized from the brutalized ugly truths of embracing them as the genuine reality which has been ignored and casted in the shadows.
So, whatever the case may be the pietistic church-goers shall continually always look upon me with judgy eyes and spout words of polite disparagement at me, merely for the fact that I am not a devout believer in their piously blind faith. 
But instead, I steadfastly put my trust in a firm rational unambiguous analytical logic... 

For I relish in the beauty of thunderstorms the same way lightning admires the tops of trees as it streaks across the skies, each and every time it gets tired of being pent up in an unforgiving sky. 
And I know why such natural weather phenomenon exists unlike those who might tell their children the foolhardy assumption that it is God’s belly rumbling or it's the Angels bowling up there in heaven. 
Although there might be a handful of rational Christians who actually believe in the scientific rationalization of the hydrologic cycle. 
And unlike the Christians who are dead set in the belief that if one it's not devout and does not follow the path of Jesus Christ they or most certainly condemned to burning in the lake fires of hell for all eternity. 
I believe that neither Heaven or Hell exist separately but rather they both exist as one and the same. 
And after one sheds their mortal coils they spend what seems like an eternity there but instead, it is only a fleetingly brief moment before they are reborn in a different incarnation. 
For I do not have the same mindset or mentality that many Christians have that one needs to be cleansed of one's sin in order to be close to Godliness. 
For my mindset and mentality is that sins cannot be simply washed away by being dunked under three feet of water and risen out of it. 
I believe that sins are just a misleading foible the church-goers use to guilt-trip feeble minded people into believing in something intangible - 
Instead, I believe sins are nothing more than a subconscious self-conscientious catalyst that either propels us forward and instigates our potential capabilities or anchors us down and hinders our will to live. 
But for having such an ethos or frame of mind that is so outspoken tends to bring about unwanted attention and kvetching palavers amongst the congregants. 
Nevertheless, I still go about spouting forth and exchanging ratiocinative perspicacious dialectics unto whoever wishes to listen and have a confabulation with me...

Furthermore, I am vexatiously miffed whenever a bevy a Bible-thumping individual's comes a knocking at my door wielding religious pamphlets and words of conversion like crossbows. 
And I refuse to let myself fall prey to becoming another one of the idiotic sacerdotal dupes who willfully allow themselves to be bludgeoned by their nonsensical irrationality. 
So, instead, of letting them pierce my weakened emotional state I'll let their damning arrows stick into my shield of unwavering truthism. 
When and if I ever do attend church I am appalled by the repetitious reiteration of nebulous parables they're used as a means of trying to instill an affirming life lesson. 
But they are not useful or encouraging to me instead they bring about confusing quandaries about the parallel differences between then and now and how they correspond in correlating with one's life in actuality. 
Another problematic unanswered quandary about the Bible is; 
If the book is supposed to be an authentic representation of devotional inspiration of how sinners were converted into saints which society is supposed to emulate, then why is there are so many chapters and verses that have blasphemous charlatans, harlots, purloiners, debauchers, murderers, evildoers, prevaricators, superpatriots, and zealots?
 
This expression is not slanderous opprobrious vituperation unto the religious church-going folks. 
Nor is it a laudation to the believer I was and quite possibly could've been in such ecclesiastical devotion. 
No this is my battle cry to the believer I always have been in undeniable truths, vindicated knowledge and solidarity beliefs in the plausible and tangible validations of actualities.
I am the unpopular virtuoso of factual verity who paints beautiful sunsets, and of new mornings after old nights of one spending their time drowning in despair. 
For I am a believer who is smitten with the entirety of knowledge rather than the bits and pieces of it.
And just because my beliefs align themselves on a different spectrum does not mean they are on the wrong wavelength or color of others.
Even though I refuse to blindly leap into religious devotion or remain on the fence about believing in God Almighty or Jesus Christ doesn't mean I do not follow the path of a Christian or person who does not seek out the truth in such things. 
Or if I find it hard to believe that God created the universe with some sort of magic dust shooting from his fingertips. 
Doesn't mean that I am not awed or spell bounded by the magnificent inexplicable macrocosm that is all around me or is above me in the cosmos. 
It just means that I am a logical theorist rather than an obscure believer. 
And I put my faith in validated facts rather than flawed fallacious beliefs. 
Also, I am not one who is easily swayed by such scrupulous blandishment words of my alleged religious depravities. 
So go ahead you sanctimonious self-righteous pious church-going folks stand there on your pulpit soapbox and call me a profane heathen, a lost soul, a lost cause, a skeptic, a non-believer or whatever you like and go ahead cast those stones of judgment at me. 
Because know this you're being antithetically blasphemous and cynically unrighteous as well as contradicting your own beliefs on being non-judgemental upon one you're supposed to bring the flock of masses of religiously devout believers, which in turn makes devotees the true heathenry sinners and not me...
Written by ArcanceOdist (Gunney Recon Jack)
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Author's Note
This semi-religious allegorical poem is pertaining to my beliefs on being agnostic and holding steadfast to these beliefs while a small mass of disgruntled Christians hold it against me that I allegedly do not believe in what they believe that.
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