Cultured

When I say I believe in the Bible you might laugh. That's alright.
But it admits that we live in an unfair world.
Admits that death stings.
Doesn't say that we deserve what we get.
Doesn't ask us to pretend everything is okay.
Everything is not okay.
But you knew that.
We all know that.
That good people do bad things and that some bad things are too much too bear.
Little ones don't deserve to die hungry and cold and without dreams that last beyond
tomorrow.
It isn't karma when a little girl is raped.
She didn't deserve it.
She didn't deserve it.
And we aren't moving toward perfection here.
I haven't met Mr. Perfect yet.
Neither have you if you're honest.
You don't have to hide your left hand, he can't read this.
Pain is a problem.
Death is a reason for mourning.
It isn't the will of a just Creator for us to drown in suffering.
And with all of the shit and the hurt and the wrong,
we can still find beauty here. We don't have to pretend that beauty isn't.
A rose by any other name is still a rose.
Earth was made with pleasure in mind.
Sex is allowed.
Great sex is even better.
Keep context in mind.
Without context we are animals anyway.
Justice here is a poor reflection of what should be.
We are significant.
I am significant.
So are you if you're honest.