Saints Poem by Laura arwen

Saints



Everybody has a
saint patron and
a guardian angel
I hate the
people who are
too religious and
people who try
to change religion
for another
It's sad to
think to be
like a saint
after death
I don't need
to have a
patron saint and
pray to him
everyday
Is not difficult
to ignore religion
in order to
heal and strengthen
its own weakness
I feel that
every religion wants
to impose its
supremacy
The saints live
in the hell
and in paradise
The saints rrlive
their pain and
they aren't comforted
I see saints
like criminals and
liars
I don't pray
saints because I
don't believe in
them and I
don't' trust

Friday, April 1, 2016
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