Thoughts from a teenage atheist

From the day I was born
White dress, cold water
A child of sin
Every Sunday I listen to the man in a robe
He preaches with passion
Booming voice filled with unworldly wisdom
He lectures on our savior
The lord that will scoop up our souls
And guard them
Safekeeping.

He mentions not what will happen to those
Who sit and ponder silent and alone in the back pew
Drained of faith
But filled with a promise of mankind on earth
Not one of god.

No reason to bury the fear of an inevitable end
Under sacraments and holy confessions
I have no fear, but forever is frightening
I won’t accept and believe
I will question and reject
I don’t believe in your god
Cold ground and decomposition
My future
You may say for not believing
All that waits for me is a
Happily never after
I beg to differ.