Young Writers discussion

I feel like we
worship the god of wealth
And let the goddess of reason choke us down

And forgive me
Because a world a thousand shades of grey
Seems so depressing

And a world without meaning
Seems...meaningless

And I feel like
We let ourselves be molded
We let ourselves be shaped

And forgive me if I hate the cast
And if I hate that life

And I'm so confused
We keep changing the rules

And maybe it's ridiculous
That I think a hart beating means life
And that the child in the womb seems so alive

And that the world
seem to be spiraling out of control

So forgive me because I'm obviously
Just one of those
religious nutters

Because I see a rose and see a artwork
But an artwork needs a artist

And that's unacceptable

A few grammatical errors, but I agree with the message and overall it's well-written.

Thanks and sorry about the mistakes, feel free to point them out so I can fix them. :)