Atheistic Realistic

After being questioned and questioned about my Religious beliefs, I started to get poetic with what I was saying, so I wrote this as sort of a euphemism of what I believe. It does use somewhat circular reasoning throughout it, but I feel it gives it a uniquely raw personality. Do enjoy


We all fear death.
We embrace birth so much,
That we,
Fear death.
We embrace love so much,
That we,
Fear death.
We embrace each other so we,
Fear death.
This fear of death is what creates our Morals.
Yet we don’t need fear to have these Morals.
Fear is just the Creator.
Without initial fear, we wouldn’t have to make principles.
Life would be pointless beside the initial initiative of producing spawn.
But with these Fears, Life has a purpose.
Avoid Death.
We avoid it because we fear what it means.
We,
Fear death.
Nobody wants to stop living.
Nobody wants to miss out on events,
Nobody wants to make their loved ones cry,
Nobody wants to hurt the ones they trust.
And we all live in Fear of these happening,
Because we all live in Fear.
But as we live in Fear, we are also a part of it;
Fear lives in us all.
We grow to Fear change,
We grow to Fear individualism,
We grow to Fear what people think.
We grow to Fear each other,
The scariest ones go into great Depth to describe what they Fear.
The craziest ones go into great Depth to show us what they Fear.
But all in all we all Fear the same thing;
Death.
So we try to euphemize Death by giving it an afterthought.
We tell people their lives are bad, and there is more to come.
We tell people… Life is bad.
But like all bad things, it is Beautiful.
We tell people Life is Beautiful, but better is to come.
We tell people to Fear Life, instead of Death.
Fear how you live, instead of how you end.
Fear how you act, instead of when you end.
We don’t want people to live in Fear of something down the road,
Instead, live in Fear of something happening now.
We want people in a constant state of petrified paranoia
Because we believe that is the only way to keep people sane;
To keep people straight;
To make people behave,
So people won’t stray.
Because if you don’t have Fear,
You don’t have legitimacy,
And without legitimacy you have no authority,
And how are we suppose to control you if you aren’t scared of us?
We can’t, because we aren’t as scary as what we can do.
Kill.
We don’t Fear people for who they are,
We Fear people because of our primitive nature to kill each other,
A Fear so in-depth with us that we don’t have to think of it.
We don’t need to acknowledge Fear in order for us not to kill each other.
We needed that initial Fear to establish our Morals;
The euphemism for Morals is Common Sense.
The cacophony of Common Sense is Religion.
Making up a belief to why we have morals,
Telling us what to Fear;
Ourselves instead of Death.
And since we Fear ourselves, we don’t Fear Death.
The euphemism of Death is Fear,
The euphemism of Fear is God.