Inherently Good or Bad?
An exvangelical poem from a former Pastor’s Kid
TULIP
A lovely flower and
A torturous theology
The five points of Calvinism
My father’s chosen religion
Were drilled into me
Deemed more important than sleep
The starting point, the T
Stands for my Total Depravity
All men, and most of all Me
Were fundamentally filthy
My “conversion” at seven
Sure I’d never get to heaven
Was when I lied to my parents
Where I saw, and I wept
For the bad boy I now saw myself to be
I tried so hard to be good
But I really never could
For I saw, as I’m sure God knew
The sham, the scam
As the people pleasing mask grew
Some rebelled against these chains
While I lay 6 feet underground
Unmoving, asphyxiating as I was told
The living dead, helpless without divine intervention