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No Better Place (or why i havenít killed myself)

IíM ALIVE
because iím not a believer

Faith is a contemptible word

relying on Faith is
someone giving up control
over what they believe

if i was religious
and truly
100% honestly
believed in an afterlife

that there is a heaven
that after death we go to
Ďa better placeí

then

i wouldnít be reading this

i would

take a large dose
of some good drugs

or
chug-a-lug a bottle of the best whiskey

or
blow my brains out

(with a weapon secured by my second amendment rights)

IíM ALIVE
because iím not a believer

if you

were religious
and truly
100% honestly
believed in an Afterlife

that
there is a Heaven

that
after death there is
ĎA Better Placeí

(if you Really Believe and you really love them)

why wouldnít you send
your loved ones
to that ĎBetter Placeí?

Because

BELIEF IS A LIE!

(crap you tell yourself to make you feel better)

IíM ALIVE
because iím not a believer

if there were
True Believers
wouldnít they already in that Ďbetter placeí

rhetorical question
why donít more people kill themselves?

especially

the
poor

the
oppressed

the
malnourished

those
with chronic disease

those
in constant pain

the
enslaved

the
abused

Because

although they Claim to Believe

the harsh Truth is

they
arenít really sure
(theyíre Hedging Their Bets)

IíM ALIVE
because iím not a believer

those who
ĎKnowí
things are better in the afterlife

are
full of Shit (with a capitol S)

if they
truly believed

if they
were religious
and truly
100% honestly
believed in an afterlife

they
would have
gone to that Ďbetter placeí a long time ago

instead

they Pretend to know
(and try to convince others)

Because

if the believers went
(to that better place)

there would be no one to
pay for

the gold
the real estate
the coverups (for the pedophiles)

But

the Vatican has it covered :

Suicide is a Sin
(even if your life is hell-on-earth)

what a fucking †cop-out!
(and brilliant financial move)

create Sins
to keep Believers in This World

putting money
in the basket every sunday

while they suffer
monday through saturday
working at jobs they hate

living with people they donít love
or who donít love them
(ítil death do us part)

killing
(actually or figuratively)

lying
(mostly to themselves)

Convincing Themselves
some mythical figure

Forgives
their trespasses

Welcomes
them into heaven

if only they
will

endure

sacrifice

obey

IíM ALIVE
because iím not a believer

it is
human instinct

to Search
for Meaning

when
There Is None

it is
our instinct

to Create
Meaning

when
There Is None

We Lie to ourselves

IíM ALIVE
because iím not a believer

This Life is all we get

so
iím not giving it up

i love my life

every dance

every kiss

every sunrise

every sunset

IíM ALIVE
because iím not a believer

there is

Nothing

after

This Life

there is

No ĎBetter Placeí

than here and now
Ö

© 2021 Raibeart Bruis †
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