Faith and Doubt

It's gnawing at my being
It's tearing at my flesh
Teeth of preach and prayer,
Of the most ignorant confidence
Paving a tempting faux path,
The crowd has already went along.
They're preaching metamorphosis,
They say my wings won't be of a butterfly,
But of a winged seraph.
Take your angels,
Take your demons,
Take your Heaven, Hell, and sins,
Your books, philosophy, and water.
Do not tell me how to save myself
For I was never in danger.
I am your greatest fear,
The antibiotic to your cancer.
I am your doomsday,
Your abolishment.
Feel helpless?
I can destroy your foundations
I can dissolve renovations.
Everything you've lived for,
Everything you'll die for,
Everything you'll sacrifice for,
I can make you question.
For I am doubt.

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The reason a lot of my poems are a bit about my religions is because I am the religious renegade in my family. Since my opinions as a 14 year old aren't heard, I express it here.