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Well this is another controversial post.

To start things off: Morals came from the Roman Catholic Church.
There.


Morals are a term used by religion that there is a perfect good i.e. God.
However there is not god (I will not co-exist on this post).
There are no morals but there is the perception of pain and pleasure. That is to say we enjoy pleasure and hate pain. 
For instance you may ask if I believe murder is wrong if I don't have morals.
Everything is relative to culture and belief. You may ask however why there are laws.
Laws are meant to help the good of the people very much like I don't like being punched you don't. 
Essentially the majority of people assume others don't want to feel pain therefore they do not give pain.
So law is to please the good of the people. Murder is bad within my opinion but there is nothing but opinion to stop us.
So we do things that please others because we want them done to us. That is what I believe to be true.

I have like a love/hate relationship with religion. Like I get that it helps people get through hard times, don't get me wrong I love that it does that. Then again it brings all this shit with it that's crazy and obtrusive to everyones lives. Like I get told that I'm going to hell maybe twice a day. That's what angers me, people hating on other people, forcing their beliefs. Like i said before, I'm an Atheist, not an Anti-theist.
Don't get me wrong I'm a tolerant but stubborn mother fucker. Takes a while to start me up but when I go I won't stop. Essentially what I mean is don't push me into your beliefs. Just as you are 100% certain of your own, I am also 100% certain of mine.
So Christians... Stop pushing.

(Disclaimer: I love Buddhism. However I am not a Buddhist.)

Barr awoke within a small creaky cabin. Adorned in small trinkets and carvings made mostly with wood. He stood and realized the floor was quiet creaky and the ceiling to be quite shallow. He started to notice that there was some strange noises outside. He walked across the room trying his best not to hit any wood trinkets. He creaked the door open, only to realized the sound of cavalry. He had heard it before when the great war had crawled over the Northern Kingdom and turned it to utter scum filled narrow streets. He didn't like that sound. He felt afraid and remembered the horseman. He felt delusional, he didn't trust his mind.
He peeked through the small cracks between the wood paneling and  

I don't worship satan, nor do I believe that there is no right and wrong.
I just don't believe in fairy tales.
So please stop, pushing your beliefs and bedtime stories.
Quit telling me I will rot in hell, and please if you believe in revolution you are not a christian.
so pick on or the other.
(I'm sorry for my "rudeness" but it's what I truly feel inside.)

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