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This Is Blasphemy.

The Church is the undying antagonist to the soul,

 

What was once a pure practice, has now been sold,

 

It's an undying commodity

 

That sells definitive absolution,

 

An unresting subsidy

 

That force-feeds their pollution.

 

-

 

The throats of unsure masses,

 

Are at their max capacity,

 

The unknowing public,

 

Craves Leaders' depravity.

 

To find God, one must first find themself,

 

Or find themself subjected

 

To a liar's daunting Hell.

 

The contradictions in the library of religions,

 

Written on Earth by men, with their own conditions,

 

Have soiled the name of God's Word,

 

They chose the verses carefully to

 

Distribute amongst the heard.

 

-

 

For Christians such as I,

 

Where is Judas, where is Mary?

 

Their gospels from the Holy Book

 

Ripped out and now miscarried,

 

Why did a peaceful Pope and King

 

Sanctify a genocide?

 

How do they know that Heaven,

 

For this exception, will subside?

 

-

 

Does God not weep at the loss,

 

Of any children slain upon his Earth?

 

So then why must we put Hindus, Jews,

 

Christians, Muslims, and Buddhists through eternal rebirth?

 

-

 

Each faction that lies herein

 

Has flaws amongst themselves,

 

The contradictory messages,

 

Lie entwined and fervently spelled.

 

-

 

Why does each religion preach

 

To love among another,

 

Yet wars are caused on their basis,

 

Of freedom from each other?

 

Look into your heart of hearts,

 

And "excuse" this ungodly behavior,

 

Save yourself your ******* pity

 

And start your own God to savor.

 

Find within yourself what is right,

 

Not to them, but to your own mind,

 

God will see your heart open,

 

With righteousness and kind.

 

-

 

We take the written, and copied oral stories,

 

Scribed years after the event

 

By man to mean they are of God's own lips

 

And to man we do repent.

 

That is blasphemy in itself

 

And we lie to one another,

 

About what we "know" to believe,

 

And chastise our own brothers.

 

-

 

This is why fewer Believe,

 

It is our elders' longing fault,

 

That they cannot explain questions,

 

Without expressing their own flaws.

 

The generations are no longer stupid,

 

But intelligent and wise,

 

They do not see within themselves,

 

That God himself in guise,

 

Of tests and corrupt men,

 

Within the religious establishment,

 

These dictatorships,

 

Are meant to blind us from within.

 

Release your heart and remain steadfast,

 

Their cultures cannot then bite,

 

We will achieve Paradise through Freedom,

 

And the evil, my God will smite.

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