Treat others how you want to be treated,
Love your neighbor as yourself,
The golden rules of a book written by a God who killed millions.
Commandment number 6,
Thou shall not commit ****** said the creator of every flood, infection, drought, disease thats plagued the earth.
A bias god 10 plagues on a Nation for the decision of a king:
Water to blood, frogs, gnats, flies, death of livestock, boils, lightning, locust, darkness, death of firstborn on every innocent family reeking the punishment of an unfair God.
People above people
Entire cities destroyed for a man loving man, ***** and Gomora burned to ash for being filled with homosexuals,
You are an unjust just God,
For a book with no contradictions it seems awfully hypocritical.
The jealous God preaches against coveting.
The murderer teaches against killing.
I don't need a simile, a metaphor couldn't make it any more black and white, thats just wrong.
I used to feel you, I swear I did, x
The tingle like a thousand needles being poked into your very soul,
Your body is a roller coaster rising and dropping, Your stomach has flipped to many times.
For a second your alone, Every worry, problem, pain overflows in a volcanic eruption of tears, cleansing your body, burning your cheek like hot magma seeping over soft mountains of skin,
Your a feather, Your lighter than air.
Until a cold gust of reality hits you,
The steam you've risen so high on turns to ice and gravity plunges you back to reality where the facts of a malicious God out way the churn in your stomach.
Reason out ways emotion.
Its hard, every idea believed as fact crashing down with the realization of the true character of God,
I am Humpty Dumpty on this brick wall belief,
Though now I see I was sitting on a fence, every gap and hole more visible now that I'm standing on the ground.
I used to feel so low,
Every decision I made not quite measuring up to the expectations of a sinless God.
Things uncontrollable you called evil.
Every day reaching for the perfection you require, but each day looking into my empty palms seeing every flaw, every doubt every mistake. I look into my hands and I see nothing.
If you hate sin then why did you make it in the first place,
We are your children, born and destined for hell.