December 22, 2018

Poem: Confessed My Sins

I confessed my sins to a stranger, 
and he ran away 

I confessed my sins to my teacher, 
and got an A 

I confessed my sins to my mother, 
and she cried 

I confessed my sins to a priest, 
and he lied 

I confessed my sins to a friend, 
and she scorned me 

I confessed my sins to the court, 
and they warned me 

I confessed my sins to myself, 
and was led astray

I confessed my sins to God 
and they washed away

— Alex Sutton

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  1. Religion has taken ownership of a natural human psychological process. Casting away your burdens is a process easily achieved in any therapy session. It’s not really god that releases the burdens, but us, by following a simple technique taught by psychotherapy.

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