The Blackest Lie

When I look back at the reason why I sidelined religious beliefs, I find that the reason is in the very faith that it professes. The darkness of a religion is its enlightenment. It preaches terms of love, peace, forgiveness, acceptance and understanding. With these pillars of faith, any civilization would have stood the test of time…but history does prove me wrong doesn’t it?

Religion did not bring cultures together, nor did it glue them together in a time capsule, rather it forced people and beliefs further and further apart. Today’s ignorance of global war, economic downturn and general apathy of races all have their root in religion. But, at the same time, it must be said that the men and women who run religions are amongst the cleverest in the world, for it does take a significant amount of guile and deceit to blind true faith to blacken logic.

Everyday my elders ask me to embrace religion and their “god”, to see the “light” at the end of the tunnel. But, do I need to? Am I convinced that religion is the way to go? Am I convinced that my life will turn out for the better? Do I know that everything in life will fall into place as a result of following religion? The answer is a clear “no”. The chance to believe in religion is something that doesn’t afford the slightest logic or reason. Actually, it throws open the door to embrace something far more apparent, adhesive and endearing…the love of reasoning that any particular item that comprises matter, can actually be a religion. It only depends on what you seek and what you shall find. If you seek love, you’ll find it, if you seek pain, it’ll always be around you and if you seek the rain, the clouds shall always hover over you.

To me, the fact, that a certain something has always been around to alleviate the moments of threat and suffering and to bask in the glory of overcoming difficulties or to just smile through the brightest rays is reason enough to believe that religion and its gods are not limited to immortality. The gods and their religions exist within us all, in forms that our minds and hearts can barely decipher, let alone accept. Our thought and practices are poisoned with the arrows of religion. The gods of religions are blasphemous hypocrites buried in their own shame and made out to live lives of the holy. The houses of the holy are whorehouses of the soul, built to rape every single human heart of its dignity and truth. The crosses of faith are but thorns wrapped in rose petals to lead the unbelievers into blind faith and a sure dead end.

When we walk across the sands of time, our lives are in our hands, not in the hands of a certain someone that promises to hold our hands across choppy waters and the like, their soft words turn to acid. When we sell our heart for stones, the cut is always the deepest.

In religion can never be found truth, rather a black lie that will twist the arteries of your life around a heart of stolen faith if you do not find the strength to stand up and face the demons of reason within you.