they say the road to hell is paved with golden intentions and they are not mistaken i see it's latent hidden within psychosocial declarations of everlasting love from a narcissistic god i don’t give much credence to the insistent proclamations of eternal damnation in a metaphysical realm of torment and brimstone but
don’t get me wrong i’ve seen hell in the wolfish grins of pilfering preachers in the glassy eyes of opiated masses i was careful when i stared into that dark abyss knowing it glared right back at me emphatically declaring that i was the lost sheep a fallen brother separated from the good shepherd’s flock a prodigal son isolated in alienating atheism but
i’ve come to love my outcast status i’d rather rot in the dirt after raising hell on Earth than suffer rebirth in ethereal bliss espousing endless reiterations of worship for a fictitious megalomaniac
god is dead we killed him deicide stains these hands in shades of scarlet and crimson the triumph of humanity will not fade once again to the putrid obeisance and ridiculous reverence or religious references to divinity
salvation lies within
two decades of dedication to the Christian ideal left me dejected rejecting the shallow lies and overt misconceptions of religion chose to begin again in the reclamation of self-determination i found a dignity independent from a deity perpetuating guilt and regret and though i will never forget the progressive lessons of a radical rabbi offering a message of hope and forgiveness i’ve found that those same tenants are seriously lacking in the contemporary Christian church
if your god is omnipotent and not merely impotent than tell me why he needs you to defend him
come on coward if you’re real show yourself here’s the chance to prove me wrong sling lightning from the skies and take my life i’m not afraid i’m ready to die and part from the suffering that inundates this existence
strike me down and remove all doubt of your majestic malevolence a malfeascent adolescent prone to fits of jealous rage and temporal temper tantrums
that’s what i thought
i only hear the sounds of a theological clown show self-styled scholars enumerating passages of mercy and compassion in the same holy text that condones **** and slavery and child abuse which would be ironic if it hadn't been slapped together over centuries of violence and bloodshed and used to justify two millennia's worth of repressive oppression a putrescent obsession with control
it's true what Sartre said hell is other people and we have No Exit from the depravity that obfuscates critical inquiry in the immortal words of Shakespeare the nether-realms are emptied all the devils are here
your god maybe a figment of fantastic imagination but so much horror has been wrought with his name as the justification
so forgive me if i seem hyperbolic but it is no exaggeration when i declare that religion itself is a hell from which we're still trying desperately to wake up
The first poem I ever posted on this website was called "heaven." This is a less subtle response to that poem.