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From Faith​.​.​.

by MeddleSum

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There’s no place for religious segregation within the domain of education. There’s no place. There’s no place. There’s no place for childhood indoctrination in 21st Century education. There’s no place. There’s no place. There’s no place for God and Hell and Satan within the realms of a kid's education. Make your voice heard in this confrontation - “Dismantle all faith schools”. There’s no place for teaching divine creation when one look to the skies and the constellations proves we all sprang from the Big Bang. There’s no place for teaching divine creation now that we understand adaptation. Evolution through natural selection. There’s no place for insane hallucinations being taught as fact in spite of these observations. Make your voice heard in this confrontation - Dismantle all faith schools. Dismantle all faith schools. Imagine your frustration if for the duration of your education there was a fixation on your soul’s salvation hell and damnation. No communication with civilisation. Total isolation from the population, ‘coz cohabitation brings contamination. Less deliberations. Change the legislation. The next generation deserves liberation from the limitations of faith education. Dismantle all faith schools. Dismantle all faith schools. Some institutes teach interpretations of their beliefs using publications that ardently want theocracy. Some schools tell students that limb amputation would be endorsed in the perfect nation. It’s God sent punishment. Some keep students in complete isolation expelling those who maintain relations with anyone not in their congregation. Can’t have friends with different beliefs or views. Is this not abuse? There’s no place for teaching children morals based on the words of flawed mythical novels. There’s no place. There’s no place. There’s no place for bizarre sacred rules being enforced on youngsters in our schools. Prayers should be a choice – do you agree? Then raise your voice in this confrontation. Ban faith schools – policy alteration. They’re teaching children absurd information negligent to evidence. Dismantle their faith schools. There’s organisations with evil foundations giving large donations for the propagation of those publications whose interpretation of God’s revelations is earth’s domination. The ramifications of this situation? Radicalisation of a generation. Leaders of our nations - feel humiliation! This polarisation is the culmination of justifications for the insulation of a generation from all refutations to the information that their congregations teach as inspiration. Faith based education - An abomination! Faith based education - An abomination! Faith based education - An abomination! To separate children for their education based on their parent’s religious persuasion can only fuel the endless duel. To change the laws and the regulations of all faith schools will take dedication, if you want to see harmonisation: One solution – stop institutions of religion – running education today!
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50 Trillion 02:12
You’re mentally unwell if you think that there’s a hell. Your brains must have been cursed if you don’t think God’s the worst. How can anyone believe some people will burn for eternity, but not hate the spiteful swine who thought they deserved pain for all time? How could anybody enjoy life in heaven? Countless souls are tortured for eternity. Would you relish being in God’s glowing presence if hell was home to members of your family? Fifty trillion years of being pierced with fiery spears will pass by rapidly compared to the rest of eternity. A punishment this severe is deserved if you don’t revere some perfect deity who lets souls be tormented for infinity. How could anybody enjoy life in heaven? Countless souls are tortured for eternity. Would you relish being in God’s glowing presence if hell was the dwelling of your family? Wicked is the idol that has an obsession tormenting the souls of those who don’t believe. I don’t think it’s pleasant, up there in heaven, knowing others suffer in endless agony. If a soul dwells in hell, I wouldn’t want to be in heaven, in heaven, in heaven, down on my knees.
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Under Attack 16:05
It was a Friday night in June 2020. I had just got home from dropping my family, to the station. There was my wife Charlene, my daughter Emily, and her boyfriend John. They’d asked me twice to come, to a play with dancing and songs, but I chose to stay at home. I hadn’t been too impressed with Emily’s choice of man I thought that John was a lazy, lay-about stoner with no plans. But when I drove away they all smiled and waved, my wife blew me a kiss. John held Em round the waist, a beaming smile lit her face, a face of bliss. I had been looking forward to a quiet night in with my guitar. But got distracted by TV, some nature documentary, didn’t get far into it. My phone began to ring, a call from my manager: “James have you seen the news? Are your family with you? Didn’t you say, they’d be watching that play? Jihadists have struck again”. I reach for the control, switch on the news and feel my body collapse. It’s where they’re at. Under attack. “I’ll call you back”. Over a hundred hostages. Already twelve confirmed dead. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening. I look at my phone. Should I call or leave alone? I shouldn’t ring; they might be hiding. Overcome with panic and fear. What I should be doing next isn’t clear. What should I do? What should I do? My mobile rings again. It’s Charlene’s parents. I can hardly take in what her mother is saying. She tried to call Charlene. And she tried to call Emily. Neither of them are answering. “Don’t worry Helen. Their phones must be on silent. Let’s keep the lines clear in case they try to call”. I send Charlene and Emily a text. “Are you all ok? Let me know straight away!!!” The anchor get some breaking news. They send in an armed police crew. But soon after, the terrorists blew themselves away. The news reader’s eyes are red. She says that there are dozens dead. Survivors report the attackers shouted “Allahu Ackbar” They executed indiscriminately. Point blank shots to the head. Initial reports are over ninety dead. Are my family some of them? I tell myself to stop panicking. But it’s all over now, why the hell haven’t they called? I grab my keys and jump into my car. I tell myself they must be busy helping the injured. I leave them more voicemails, as I speed back into town: “Be safe wherever you are; I’m coming to find you now”. Is the writing on the wall? Is the writing on the wall? It seems more certain with every minute that they don’t call. Please… Be alright. Please… Don’t be hurt. Please… Be alright. Please… Don’t be hurt. On the radio, they interview a survivor. She saw a young man shot in the head. He was standing over, an injured young blonde girl, trying to shield her from the fire. And then they shot the girl as well. I listen in horror. I listen in disbelief. She could be describing John and Emily. Please… Be alright. Please… Don’t be hurt. Please… Be alright. Please, please don’t be hurt. I head out to the nearest hospital, that’s where the injured have gone. I walk into a room of weeping and worried faces. Eventually, someone comes to take my details. Another couple overhear my words. It’s John’s parents, they haven’t heard from him either. That was the moment I broke down. That was the moment I broke down. When I came up for air from that emotional tsunami I gave police detailed descriptions of Charlene and Emily There were dozens of bodies, yet to be identified. Bodies ripped to shreds when the bombers committed suicide. None of the injured that were in intensive care, held ID that matched my loved ones, my fears became despair. “They can’t be gone, it’s not possible”. The thought was driving me wild. No man should ever have to know the hell of searching for your wife and only child. Two officers came and took me and John’s parents aside. It was then we knew their bodies must have been identified. Even as it was happening, I knew I’d remember for the rest of my days the moment they told us “Charlene, Emily and John have all passed away”. The last thing that my daughter would have seen: a gun aimed at her forehead by a Jihadi. Her mother bleeding out beside her, the next in line. Her new boyfriend’s brains scattered everywhere, he could have escaped but wouldn’t leave her behind. The Jihadists used the latest technology. They filmed their attack, and streamed it live for all to see. I tried not to watch it. I tried to ignore. Now I can’t un-see the terror and horror. I can’t un-see, no, I can’t un-see, the brutal murder of my loving family. It was the fourth attack on my country that year. My wife had voiced concerns which I refused to hear. I told her “go, have fun. We can’t give into fear”. Now I kneel at their graves, shedding regretful tears. When are we going to confront this evil ideology? Of martyrdom, and countless atrocities. When are we going to confront this twisted ideology? How many dead? How many hurt? How many slaughtered families?
4.
Berivan 04:54
Berivan, a Yazidi girl from Northern Iraq was just fifteen, when her brother died in a Jihadist attack. Islamic State, took Sinjar mid-2014, capturing, this frightened and defenceless teen. Berivan, taken with mother to Tel Afar, praying for, an airstrike to end their terror! She was sold, with other girls to a group of men. They paid more, because they were all virgins. Jihadists systematically raped her and the other girls. Taking turns they forced themselves upon their sex slaves. One evening, she managed to steal a kidnapper's phone. She escaped, called family and headed home. Two days walk, she eventually found a Yazidi troop. She now knows, how low humanity can stoop. Jihadists systematically raped her and the other girls. Taking turns they forced themselves upon their sex slaves. Berivan rested her head, into her hands, messaging her temples. Hoping she could somehow force, bad memories, out of her mind. Creating a mental block, due to the shock, did it ever happen? A dark mental barrier, is there any way to protect her mind? Berivan spends all her days, scrutinizing, IS propaganda. Hoping to see her mother, alive somewhere, in the background. Weeps over a photo of those who she loved, now murdered or enslaved. Failing to keep thoughts at bay. All of the misery, all of the pain. Awoken by nightmares again and again. Berivan: Just a young adolescent. Berivan! Her nightmares are incessant, but she can’t, speak of her lost innocence. Berivan! Escaped, then found out that she was pregnant! Just a young adolescent escaped, then found out that she was pregnant. Can’t speak of lost innocence. The nightmares haunting her are incessant. The Yazidis won’t support pregnant rape victims who choose to abort. Secretly she has to thwart the pregnancy so she won’t be ignored. A kidnapped and raped orphan can’t speak about having an abortion. Mental health slowly worsens. Silenced in fear of stigmatisation.
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I no longer believe in a god. I’ve left the faith that was forced on me since youngest childhood by my whole family. I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought I was the only person to ever harbour doubts – how could I be so wrong? There are so many of us – why don’t we belong? This process was not short or easy. I was consumed with deep guilt and fear. Guilt that I could not believe in the one true faith. Fearing that if I was wrong I’d have sealed my fate. I know what’s written about those who don’t believe. The lowest depths of hell for those who choose to leave. Let me give you a little background, I love all of my family so much. I am incredibly close to both my parents. But they will both call a spade a heart if it prevents a need to depart from the warmth and shelter their profound faith provides. To this household’s religious rules I must abide. Would dad smash his diamond with a club if his diamond were ever to snub the words of a dead prophet spoken long ago? I’ve been too scared to gamble – I don’t want to know. I know what’s written about those who choose to leave. Don’t trust apostates – they only aim to deceive. But I can’t stand to hide my true thoughts. I can’t stand to remain quiet when parents spread ancient views, help me escape these chains. My mind keeps going in circles. I must reveal that I’ve lost my faith. Will they accept me for who I am? The exact same person that I have always been. Or will they tell me to burn in hell for leaving? Being left without a family. All by myself, completely alone. Fearing life without their love – will I be disowned? Desperately hoping that I will not be disowned. I know what’s written about those who choose to leave. Ignore your own children if they cease to believe. I no longer believe in a god. I’ve left the faith that you taught to me since youngest childhood, am I still family? Let me back in your hearts, you have never left mine. Let me back in your hearts, you have never left mine. Let me back in your hearts, you have never left mine. Let me back in your hearts, before I close off mine. Let me back in your hearts, you have never left mine. Let me back in your hearts, you have never left mine. Let me back in your hearts, you have never left mine. Let me back in your hearts, before I close off mine. Put your holy book down and let me back in your lives. Let me back in your hearts before I close off mine. Put your holy books down and let us back in your lives. Let us back in your hearts before we close off ours.

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released May 20, 2019

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MeddleSum are a mischievous duo, writing meddlesome lyrics about troublesome subjects (that they probably shouldn’t meddle with).

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