Death is not the Devil.
If you believe this
where did you hear this?
Who said this?
Who says this?
What hears this?
If you take your brain, and hold it, and ask it,
”Why did you make me believe in a devil in the first place?”
“Brain, if you stop telling me this, what is an empathetic replacement? I mean,
you are scaring me, frightening me, why are you doing this to me? It feels
sadistic and mean. Please stop telling me scary stories! Stop bullying me!
I’m not a child, and if I were, I’d hope you’d be reported to CPS
for child abuse!”
©️February 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems

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