† Re: Sex, Marriage, & Fairytales

You call yourself a poet?
Let us engage in spoken word warfare.
I’ll be the armageddon in physical manifestation,
you’ll be the soldier unarmed, defended only by your skin
and your salvation from sin.
Here’s a bullet from my weapon of mass destruction,
can your religion put off your damnation
when the projectile pierces your skin?
Will your deity accept your penance to free you from sin?
Fools, fools all around us.
Fools disguised as good samaritans, fools that act
as if their words were truth,
and all else are lies
but when your words are stagnant and redundant,
who would believe your amateur rhymes?

Only those who bathe in stupidity
would state that there is only one solution.
Don’t you realize it yet, pseudo-poet?
We, as humans, hold the key to our very salvation.
You say love is a fairytale and we all worship sex,
but your rhymes ain’t complex, they just lack context
because religion may be a fairytale to some.
Yet you deny them the freedom of choice,
you deny them of their voice
so here’s our united shout from the whispers you silenced.
Here’s the final blow
that will send you to your proposed maker.
If his existence is real,
then will he guard your idiotic endeavors?

Armorless warrior, you are but a fool in the eyes of god.
Striving to fight in a nonexistent crusade,
making those in limbo into disbelievers.
We are god. We are religion. We are the church,
we command our own legions.
We need not no book, we need not no deity.
We are feared by all, we are
humanity.