Religion,
the slavery of a pacified mind yoked to plow and sword
Pilfering
purse strings with the audacity to see this thievery as pleasure to God
Israel
and Palestine such mirrored beings of spitting gargoyles mortared to tents!
This tent
for Abraham, this tent for Mohammed, this tent for shush, shush his name
Only in
Spanish accents can we dare dub ourselves after the great non-adulterous
general; the man of un-kinked Hasidic hairlines, the un-bloody vaginal shoot!
The blood
oh ye vampires of lore!
Give me
Zeus and I will find just as credible an argument!
Climate
change the world, preposterous science in category of debate
My book
has no mention of this is how thou shall morph
The ice,
the carbon, the heat, the storms, the winds, the point of non-return
As if the
hand will come to reckon or save; fear not rapture, the quake can partition
Vibrations
by moral authority; the lumber severed from frame to fling by gust
Will club
the idolaters in the skull cramming that meteorology into submission
To my God
is bigger, stronger, authoritarian and all the more virile!
I claim
immunity based on infallibility for what my ancestors taught my ancestors
Who
taught my ancestors was sound; credible and worthy of this tax deduction!
I hereby
obtain the will to slay thou with vengeance!
What say
you sir, pews of peace, prayers, good will, thou hast entered no war?
What then
is this dollar? What then is this
pound? What then is this payment
upstream?
This time
donated to the apothecary of complacent bigotry to claim spiritual trump?
To say
one knows the will of God and it be this set of plans and parchment
Interrupted
to exclude, Oh “All are welcome,” that is your psalm your refrain sung from
choir lofts, bedazzled balconies and pulpits of gilded speech
A pox, a
pox upon any house that dare scribble an answer, a specific solution to beguile
sheep as children and shuffle them to the slaughter of considerate meandered
thought
Of white,
black, yellow, crystal churches all aflame with the spirit of goodness!
So much
goodness to pour into streets with crucifixes like men with nooses gone hunting
Modern
crusades to go beastly about Mosques built within bomb zones
Wanting
an enemy to be detailed outlined for the xenophobes to go to sleep at night
To pray
for on weekends like God gives mind what rotation a planet has made in its
revolution around a sphere of gas perpetually exploding until one day not, yet
before the expiration these oceans will flood, not like Noah, but like BP,
drilled up and man made
And some
survivor somewhere, will get God involved again, write it down and blame will
be incorrectly allocated; to make stories about animals marching!
The
remaining will beat this into the brains of offspring as grand enlightenment
For the
bottles in the sand will melt, the wind shall rattle the foundations of every
building, but those of holy sanctuary for one knows who watches and
He shall
provide! To let us set battle to those
who have caused this day, we will find them and ravage the sides, pilfer the
coffers of combatants with their uranium, as death cans, retaining the white
cake and destroying their horrid yellow!
And he oh
he, oh we, oh we agnostic theists all dare we be to claim the classic
cosmological argument without the sword of demand, the blade to partake in the
certainty of defining faith as concerted action the beginning of which is to proclaim
an insecurity in a deity to necessitate the horrid act of worship
Worship,
bowing to what all this time? requesting, whispering and demanding that
He obey
you, that He need you, that He be so tiny in contemplation that this song,
these formation of syllables was pleasing Him when in fact it was a
narcissistic praxis towards reinforcing one’s need to be right for what dare
you say if thou were wrong?
God need
not prove a damn thing as clear, the very claim that He is in any way human
sent offspring for slaughter, laughable war at whom with what, but our own arrogance
to need such mutilation. We tell tales
of sheep and lambs bloody on concrete with reverent praise in books and do the
same with a man on lumber; and yet if one soul were to do this in the streets
today we dub him insane as a man speaking into a mushroom; take away the
mushroom and it is the self-soothing of prayer!
Pray,
pray, speak, but realize the journey is internal into you; the He to which ye
speak is innate to all beings in unison, requesting a partitioned partiality is
limited to one’s deeds reflecting onto the other, which is burrowing
consequence and reverberation into one’s self.
To define is to limit and ignore the magnanimous by the constraints of
ego.
All
religions had a deadline for registration named video tape; no more to start,
but how
do we rid our planet of these vile diseases?
Oh what
be it of a world willing to drop all these parlor games!
Every
practicum of idiocy: Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Hinduism, Communism, Buddhism
unfolding into the night taboo after taboo instigating blasphemy on course!
What be
it if every choice was made to set aside these cults for the simple embrace
Of love!
What be
you without your Lamb to cuddle, without the name or the manger or the story
lines; what be Israel’s march into Gaza or Mohammad Atta into New York?
What be
the sphincters of altar servers? What be the hours of praise turned to service?
Need not
this segregation this act of conversion of proving that there is a myth about
this goodness and allow the skin of all of these practicums to sit honesty
naked for what attracted you to them at the impetus of choosing at your assumed
maturity?
Ah, the
removal of this yoke is so lonely, for in slavery the company was an
infinitude!
What
shall thou do with arms, with tongue without a box to meander?
What does
one do on weekends and when does one begin to see that actions unbound open the
mind to wander into the recognition that these emperors were but fallow Earth!
Fertile
is the crescent of the mind in that God is rooted to each and every akin and
alike
Beyond
the reach of their gilded ring fingers clawing at the inscription upon forehead
after forehead from birth they will claim you at auction in their waters; be
free now to drink; drink born anew absent the fear and enveloped in love
Go about
these respirations to be at peace in that goodness is unbranded, unfiltered like
ground water, that I to you and you to I interact and in that choice is the
everything of intent or worry that thou ever shall need concern; for in only
this do we see His face in every iteration color, remaining creed or iteration
we are but one to that we do in the damaging or loving name of supposition we
do onto ourselves
In this
the folly justice of assumed recompense, of allocation and reconciliation comes
due in the act itself, for what are we but the accumulation of dust in other
graveyards piloting a volition; without the freedom of that election we are but
dust waiting to be dust, damning grain into wind; blown about into nutrient or
poison fed into ourselves to produce fruit or rot into the collective orchard.
What need
of you of your emperor to be love?
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