The church has committed more atrocities and crimes against humanity than every war combined. Yet there are legions of true believers. It doesn’t absolve them. The people always are led astray. The clergy of religious sects today control everything that goes against freedom. They put their faith in the almighty dollar and abuse some perceived God-given divine power and devious flatulent influence to destroy anything that’s made in good faith. The poor are kept poor. The silence is moot; paused on mute, momentarily, I can’t hear a goddamn peep from all the yelling going on from the squawk box. There's some chatter about the fascist regime in the name of dictators' delights. They want to keep people down, docile, living in mortal fear of an imaginary foe from hell they themselves created. Our own worst enemy.
The gods don’ listen to whiners complaining. If you want to get to heaven, you've got to raise a little hell. They are beyond communists, comrade. They’re cold-blooded murdering terrorists. Your brothers in arms. The Christians are the last SOBs to tell anybody in their right mind to mind their own business. I never thought it’d end this way. Shoving their rage down our throats. You’ll take our poison and love it.
Right this minute, it’s all going down. The end of a flubbed, failed democracy reaches new lows in manufactured mass hysteria. The fundamental Christian principles are of no use to them. They make it up as they go along. That is only if it makes a buck and keeps them in power with cheap booze, hookers, doodads and gewgaws. How do you like us now? They pray for a whitewashed world of suckers. Meanwhile, scenes from the Emerald Mines and a trip to Mars for the consolation prize. Please pass the collection basket. A bunch of naive rubes searching for fools' gold. I'll take what's behind door number three.
It’s too late to repent. To pray for forgiveness, you’ll steal for a moment's peace. The unachievable lofty standards set by these colorless non-men leave many out in the cold, afraid, shivering, and quaking in shaky boots. They got you right where they wanted. That sweet spot. The money shot to the head. Frozen assets in a circular rewind system, a permanent Baron von Munchhausen effect heading for the nuclear scrap heap, a perfect catastrophic short circuit meltdown.
A day can’t pass without some new fresh manure under every nose. A used car salesman is hiding under the bed. A rank, smelly, strange, obese old white man hidden in the closet, barking orders. Another Christian soldier taking it up the ass in God’s impotent army of devout soldiers, dancing madly to the song “YMCA.” Fight! Fight! Fight! Still living in interesting times while barely surviving amid dangerous days. The fate of the world’s in the hands of evil schmucks with bad intentions and worse hairdos. Never underestimate the power of stupidity multiplied in large groups.
Regrets are few, but too many to mention. Where do we start? Don’t give me that; I did it my way, crappy impression at karaoke night. Off gassing some supposedly hip old gangster type crooner guy. He did it his way. One man’s tirade trash talk is another man’s garbage heap. They’re under the illusion that it’s their world, and we must grovel in the delusion. Happiness is where you least expect to find it. There's no quick solution for the angry excuses that come along with the heavenly territory. It’s a package deal. Buy two, get nothing free. Prime real estate on the Riviera of the West Bank.
All the sobbing sorrows, burning lakes of fire and sulfur brimstone, the wailing in agony of gnashing teeth, aflame in bloody tears of the dead world gone by. Religion, the most sacred narcotic. The crack pipe of the downtrodden. And again, it’s only a matter of time before they come to get you. The crazed storm troopers have already started hurtling everybody back to the Stone Age. They demand blind loyalty and obedience. Kissing the ring of piety for those who blindly obey, boot-licked butt sniffers, obeying orders from their cruel doggy masters. Light a candle while cursing the dark. Go toward the light.
No respect for you. They don’t care about what you believe. If you join them, you won’t have a choice or a country anymore. The white sheets and hoods were manufactured in hellish sweatshops across the USA. A haberdashery of coiffured idiot savant savages who wear too many hats behind the mask of a loving god.
Drowning in the corrupt corporate muck without a choice, we wallow, floundering in the tarpits. You can’t swim against the tide of evil. The last shall be first, as above, so below. You can’t take it with you. Give it all to us. The meek inherit the scraps. This is what they wanted all along. To use religion as a weapon against those who don’t believe.
White men feel demoralized and castrated by all women worldwide, and every person of color is their target. Got them by the balls. Unlike those incompetent idiots. Women, children, and minorities, outnumber these flawed men who can’t handle the fact they must live in a multicultural, ethnically diverse world. Whites only. They confuse the Bible with the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and the Declaration of Independence. Take your god and shove it, we don’t work here anymore.
Everybody else, get in line and move to the back of the bus. Their reality is based on the failure of the white race. No dogs, no Irish, no blacks, no Indians, no Mexicans, Asians, no nobodies but white people. Did you hear the one about a Jew, a Catholic, and a Muslim walk into a bar? God is the bartender. Therein lies their master plan. That’s not even remotely funny. They could never live in a world of others unlike themselves. Don't look for the punchline. There ain't one. Nobody wins.