I don’t like religion
The kind that stokes the fire of someone’s ego
Before it consumes them
Burning away their compassion and common sense
Until they are nothing but hellfire spewing out of their mouth
Fueled by their fear and good intentions
Eyes glazed over and parroting their church leaders
Whose pulpits are built off of the money of their spiritually starved patrons
As they serve deceit on a silver platter
A religion that worships a God who is the embodiment of love
Should not use terror
As their love language
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
I don’t like religion
The kind that stokes the fire of someone’s ego
Before it consumes them
Burning away their compassion and common sense
Until they are nothing but hellfire spewing out of their mouth
Fueled by their fear and good intentions
Eyes glazed over and parroting their church leaders
Whose pulpits are built off of the money of their spiritually starved patrons
As they serve deceit on a silver platter
A religion that worships a God who is the embodiment of love
Should not use terror
As their love language
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