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Exit Interview with God

(Dawn Isbell Wilson)

It has always disturbed me how some parents, children, or friends can calmly accept an idea that their loved ones might burn for an ETERNITY while they walk the streets of gold, playing harps, or whatever. It’s sad that so many millions of people cling to the cruellest, most horrendous god belief because they are afraid of hell. You have to be some kind of monster, yourself, to truly worship a god that would have created eternal torment for finite crimes. Especially, the crime of disbelief. If I actually believed for one moment that…wait, I honestly did believe it. For three years, from the age of 12 to 15, I was tormented by the idea of my family being tortured forever and ever. Their only crime? Disbelief. I was willing to suffer that same fate because the idea of a heaven without them was unthinkable to me. When I left the church, I fully believed I would go to hell and I didn’t care because I was done worshipping a monster.

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Verse 
Every night she prays and grieves 
Begs her God not to condemn  
Her children left the faith behind 
She’ll go to heaven without them 
 
Chorus 
I’ve lived my life the best I could 
Through good times and the bad 
But the hardest thing I’ll ever do 
Is go to heaven without you 
You’ll be below, I’ll be above 
I’m sorry my fear outweighs my love 
 
Verse 
When they wed, they both believed 
But she let her faith unwind 
Now he grieves what he can’t change 
He’ll go to heaven, leave her behind 
 
Chorus 
I’ve lived my life the best I could 
Through good times and the bad 
But the hardest thing I’ll ever do 
Is go to heaven without you 
You’ll be below, I’ll be above 
I’m sorry my fear outweighs my love 
 
Verse 
I was saved when I was twelve 
At Christian camp one summer 
My family, they were Atheists 
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© Dawn Isbell Wilson 2025

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