Who takes the time to talk out of a donkey
but ignores every train car of the entire holocaust?
Sure does love his "chosen" people, right?

Yep, Yahweh.
That's YOUR guy.
The "world's" chosen daddy.
The ultimate GOD wars winner?
Defeater of Baal, Moloch, Marduk, Tiamat, Horus, Ra, etc.

So, Immortality, sounds amazing to you?
You do realize, you can’t hit the off switch?
Or even... run away.

Forever isn’t a gift.
To anyone or anything.

Imagine eternity spent with
all the same fake disturbing "lovely" people
you try to avoid at the grocery store,
or water cooler,
except now you can’t escape.
Not even into death.

Every smug, painted up, repressed, crotchety church lady,
every judgmental, animal murdering, red hat *****,
every “actually, let me tell you why that’s a mortal sin” guy,
"pray away the gay," "god hates ****"
at an AIDS funeral (?)
those kind of real winners.

All now immortal.
All your neighbors.
FOREVER!

In return for your collection plate scraps you get:
"Worship me, or eternal torture."
(Bro, if you have to threaten people into loving you,
maybe you’re not that lovable?)

Sunday morning eternal worship sessions on bad punch steroids.
Eternal consciousness?
That’s not paradise.
You're choosing a hostage situation, with extra steps.

MY only prayer
is that prayers are useless.

Gold? (In heaven, really??)
Gold streets that lead to a padded cell
for the already dead soul
you been trying so hard to keep pure.

Where does the Bible mention humor, art, creativity, or entertainment as a value again?
Oh, right. It doesn’t.

There probably aren't enough window views either,
and now we all have to compare
"stars in our crowns" forever,
cause nothin says "equality and justice"
like an eternity of being made to feel inferior.
So, so righteous.
Cause there's no do overs.

My only want
is for death to be the final freedom.

To those that want to exist forever,
it's clear you don't really think.
But try to realize the HELL you're actually praying for.

If my reward for being "good"
is to be trapped with you
AND your lazy, ineffectual, cruel, hate-filled sky daddy,
then I choose, PASS!

PASS.
Hard pass, that is.

That’s no ones heaven,
that’s a cloudy PTA meeting
getting molested by an overzealous catholic choir master
during a timeshare scam.

Just some reality for every idiot
that thinks "Hey wanna be with me?, Cool.
If you don't or act 'bad'
I'll chain you in my basement
and have a guy I "created" peel and burn your skin off
while he pokes you with a pitch fork forever."

That's normal relationship stuff, right?

Here on Earth you wouldn't run from that guy?
But it's okay to hang with em forever ?
cause gramma told you to
And hey, it’s HEAVEN. !
Yay.
lol.  There  WAS a good  reason  we  separated  church  from  state.
"was"

Desperate magicians
pulling symbols out of thin air,
pretending they have weight.
We glue stories to
death,
joy,
love,
hate,
and call it meaning,
but at the core it’s hollow,
a forced construct to keep our heads from snapping off
or caving  in
during  the  reality  of  unfathomable chaos.
Religion  is  condensed  hate masquerading as caring.
We  don't  care  about  anyone but  our  children or  our  parents.
Not  actually, not  systemically, not practically.

It’s brutal
and seems freeing at the same time:
   If ,  nothing HAS  to mean anything.
yet we obsessively insist   that  it does.
We carve sense out of
nonsense,
hope out of
despair,
and call it life
or  living.
If  we  the  people  took the  power  away
  from those  we  abdicated  it  to
what would  really happen ?
Freedom ?
No....
it's  our  recursive nature  
to  hurt
to enslave
to horde
to lust
to desire  to be  better.
Better  than  what?
Look at the  deer,  the  birds  , the  bears, the  fish
you see  them  punching the  clock ? Or  foreclosing on  Gramma ?
Handing over our
agency
to  a system
designed  so  that  thoughts  and  feelings  are  as meaningless  as circumstance .
Greed engineered  to fail  the  whole.   but  benefit  those  making the  rules. We chose  to blind  ourselves  and  worse  yet our  children.
Rules  are  an  an attempt  to control  the  future  based  on the mistakes  of  the  past.
  You and  your  voice  means  nothing
never has,
never  will .
  The  normalization of  brainwashing
  and  the  idea  that  asking a question  is  wrong,

thanks  Jesus.

-A Psalm Of Johnson

Nothing fills the hole in my heart but the Son of God Most High,

I cling to him in all I do, he alone I glorify!

When the Romans drove nails into Jesus’s hands and feet,
When those whom he had healed wept,
Do you think God – watching his boy – felt worry?
Do you think he was sorry?

Was he sorry, as Jesus cried for someone?

Scripture tells us he cried for God-
‘Why have you forsaken me, Father?’

In my heart, he cried for his mother.
Who else, in a moment of such agony?
It may have been God who put him here – on this earth of sin and greed and hate but –  
It was Mary who bore him.

She wailed and bled and prayed as her body was the heavenly vessel between Divine and Man.
And she fed him, from the same body.
She raised him.

It was Mary who cleaned his wounds;
Who held him as cried,
Who kissed his baby-feet,
And spun him in a dozen circles,
Just to hear him laugh and smile and –

Jesus is screaming.

Does he feel Mary’s heart breaking?
Does he hear her, wailing and prayering  

‘He is mine!’
She cries.
‘He is mine and you cannot have him!’
Whether she is cursing God or the Romans,
No one knows.

Do you think God – watching his boy – felt as if he had done something wrong?
Jesus is his son, yes.
As the Angel Gabriel told us,

But as God watched the Romans string up that child
Brown skinned and black-eyed and beautiful
Do you think he realized that – in the way he saved humanity –
He had given not only his only begotten son,
But Mary’s Baby?

When Eve awoke in a puddle of blood,
Red stains down to her knees,
Stomach twisting,
Her Beloved Adam frowning

Did she pray?
Did she fall on her knees, and beg God for an answer?

‘How could I have known?
I have not known deceit, o lord, how could I have known?
Have you punished Adam?
Did he not eat the fruit the same as I?’

The truth was, for Eve,
That she would never know.
For she had no mother to explain to her.

‘His sin is not as great as yours,
And nor will it ever be,
For you are she,
And He is He.’

The wretched truth of living as the First Woman
Is that you are Mother of All
And yet, Daughter to None.

-A Psalm Of Johnson Oyeniran

Heavenly Father please rescue me with your mighty strong  right hand,

For my enemies which surround me are as numerous as sand.

Hatred has blinded their eyes and pettiness has tainted their mind,

Of all the people to tread your earth, they are the worst of mankind.

Oh Yahweh, you have said vengeance belongs to you and you alone,

So let not your servant be put to shame, strike them right to the bone!

Amen

Why is it always about Jesus' Suffering and God's Sacrifice?
Where is Mary?
Where is the woman whose reward for goodness and virtue was to have her baby boy tortured and killed as a warning?
Do you think Mary the ******, Mary the Mother, Mary the human ever regretted being good enough to earn attention of her God?
Do you think she ever quietly, privately, resented her faith?
Cursed her fate to be raised on a pedestal, carved into history as beautiful, weeping, covered in gold, cradling the body of her child?
How would she feel today, to step into a church and see above the pulpit, larger than life, the glossy painted likeness of her boy, thin and bleeding, looking to the heavens to a Father who would not spare him?
Was it terrible for Mary? Did she hate her God, in the end? Or did she stand tall to the last breath, a reluctant but obedient witness, faithful despite everything?
Was as she ever torn between her faith and her heart? Her love and her fear? The choice between loss or betrayal?
It would be terrible if she was in torment, but would be terrible if she wasn't.