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On Twitter people do Follow Friday, I don’t do it, so I decided I would do Subscribe Sunday!

This week through PostSecret I have discovered is Faking It.

I love this blog. It’s about a woman that married a Mormon man and converted for him but doesn’t really like it. It is especially close to me as my family is Mormon and I am not. I am not a religious person what-so-ever. I like the morals religion teach, but I do not think there is such thing as one true religion. All of this stuff has been passed down for thousands of years and changed and edited who knows how many times. The bible I am most familiar with is the King James Bible, which was edited to please King James. So many religions were created to feed someone’s ego, claiming to be chosen by God to teach “his” word, so they can have power over others.

Growing up, my dad never went to church, the rest of the family did. Since dad didn’t go, I didn’t want to go. I always hated it. I always wanted to go to church with my friends, the Nazarene church. I don’t really remember much that was different, but I know I had fun there. Mom would always get mad and not let me go cause “I needed to go to my own church.” But it never really was my church. I never fit in there. I never felt comfortable there. None of the kids my age really tried to be friends with me. They were all so fake. They would say like Hi, but that was pretty much it.

Religion makes everybody hypocrites.  Religion is supposed to teach things like honesty, justness, humility and all those other good morals. But instead for a lot, it gives them something to look down on others. They attend church on Sunday to be seen there and able to say they are a “good Christian person.” They look down on anybody that does beliefs that differ from there own. I used Christianity in my example, but by no means is it only them. So many religions think they are the only true religion, and therefore anyone that thinks differently is wrong and inferior to them. They shove their religion down people’s throat. Like one time we were in Nebraska Furniture Mart, this random woman came up to me and tried to give me some pamphlet and  was like “Can I give this to you so you pray more?” I politely said no and walked away. Fortunately for me, she didn’t push it, but many people don’t accept this type of answer.  Several people I have known that were Catholic were like, we can do anything and then just go to the priest for confession and all was good. So instead of leading a good life, let’s do anything bad we want and we can just repent on Sunday or whatever.

Another issue I have with religion is the restrictions. Like for example, in the Mormon church, they tell you what to eat, what to drink, what to wear, what to watch, everything. I think it’s ridiculous that you can’t drink pop, or coffee or tea. Or other religions where you can’t eat pork or beef or anything in particular. Which is amazing that they can all put on this happy face all the time with tons of kids and do this all without the help of coffee or Rum. They also promote having lots of kids. This day in age, the world is already overpopulated, each family doesn’t need to have 6+ kids! Also, special underwear! Seriously. I don’t exactly the purpose but sure something about temple covenants or something. It’s about as ridiculous as one friend once told me the necklace thing she was wearing meant that if she was wearing it when she died she automatically would go to heaven. No idea what it was called or anything else that was all she said. She is Catholic. It’s ridiculous that you can go to heaven not because of the good things you do, but just because you happen to be wearing something.

To end this, the lyrics to Tech N9ne’s Show Me A God (I think very fitting):

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
Ey My momma, my momma, my momma is so tormented
She been through trauma, more drama
The dawn is gone, it's more tinted
On this side it get's out of it
How does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin' to get the bottom ?
How come an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas like she an atheist
Maybe it's the faith that is makin' this lady as crazy and has made me this skeptic
Next threat is Lupis on top of Epiliptic, Never rested
Psychiatrist forever tested, Reverend blessed it
Brethren, Heaven, Tech is beggin' for effin' X-Mas
Hopin' momma ain't left an exit
It better get better quick, how you let her get sick with bread invested
In the church every sunday
I've been searchin' for one way
Or another, you're gonna have to curse me or burst me with a sunray
To let me know that you're coming or en route
I'm 'bout ninety-nine, but I need a hundred percent proof
[Hook]
Show me a God
Ahh
I'm kinda feelin' that it is a facade
Show me a God
Ahh
And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job
Show me a God
Ahh
Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad
Show me a God, please
Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees
[Verse 2]
Where was the Passion of Christ
What happened to passin' his life for the masses
Bad, it ain't happenin' twice
'Cause my mother's stacked in a lab ?
I need your help, and I'm not askin' it nice
All in life it's been paramedics
All my life comin' up all I heard "Is There A Medic?"
A youngin', all I could do is stare at it
Seizure after seizure, if I was you
Wouldn't ne'er let it be heredit-tary
If Aar get it, I swear that it's scary
Sittin' in a insane asylum
God or God's Ghost, man I aim to find 'em
To take away all of this angel's pain inside, come rain
If Momma go, how come I can't deny them
And she only fifty-four, in a ward watchin' her war
And it's more blood and gore, and she tore, cuz people are so deceivin'
And I'm on the floor, because with nor Lord this war absorbs more poor
Havin' all the soldiers screamin'
[Hook]
Show me a God
Ahh
I'm kinda feelin' that it is a fa§ade
Show me a God
Ahh
And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job
Show me a God
Ahh
Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad
Show me a God, please
Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees
[Verse 3]
Think about how all the victims of Katrina feelin'
They need a ceilin', they say that Mother Nature, she the villain
Plead a million, the bible, I read a bllion, Still I'm free to see the real
And my feet are grillin', 'cause hellish heat is buildin' up
Think my momma ain't ill enough? It's killin' us
I will erupt if they're pillin' her false, still ain't no healin' her
I been searchin' for answers, but I find nothin' but man stuff
That puts a damper on the current problem at hand bruh
Or whatever it is, I will never forgive
Anybody who take Marty, better get her to live
She's so sick that it don't matter how much cheddar I give
To the thing or the lady, here's a letter to his
Majesty, why ain't you stoppin' these tragedies
My mother's glad to be with you, but her life's been a raggedy one
What's gonna be done in two thousand twelve when hell's gonna be
When the Earth aligned with the sun
[Hook]
Show me a God
Ahh
I'm kinda feelin' that it is a facade
Show me a God
Ahh
And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job
Show me a God
Ahh
Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad
Show me a God, please
Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees
[Outro]
That's why I be lookin' for ghosts
Or somethin' supernatural. The only thing I know Supernatural, is the rapper
Maybe if I saw something like that it'd make me change my life or somethin'
Now let's get into K.O.D....