† 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. 

† Heaven’s Janitor

The tiles are galaxies brimming with life,
but celestial dust is still dust and I must
sweep them up.
Gods are not perfect.
Who legalized their illogical martyrdom?
Did you know they bleed
when one of their disciples die?
You’d think that I’d lie
when you ask if immortals cry?
Truth is a universal law; defy it,
and you might as well die,
for the punishment is way worse than a sudden end.
When they look at themselves in spotless mirrors,
they have the sudden urge to break it
and sometimes they do.
When I hear the ear-splitting sound,
I know that it is my cue
to grab the broom and dustpan and see it through.

When broken dreams aren’t meant to mend,
they float up to the skies
and become rotting carcasses that I must dispose of.
When lonely sighs are uttered,
they somehow find their way to ascend to heaven
and become gigantic flies,
their ends oozing with maggots.
Heaven is not what it seems,
but mortals always did have the knack to dream.
I wonder when it is time for me to finally retire;
to set aside these tools
and feed myself to the fire.

I am a janitor of the gods,
with no hopes and dreams and no aspirations.
I only serve to clean up the forgotten,
the destroyed,
the decayed and the rotten.

† Skepticism.

Judgement day 72 hours. I call bullshit. Excuse me for my skepticism, and if I am wrong, then I’ll face the consequences. But I refuse to believe in such a thing. Just yesterday, I watched a movie called Franklyn, and in the movie, the main character Jonathan Preest states this quote:

“If a god is willing to prevent evil, but not able, then he is not omnipotent. If he is able, but not willing, then he must be malevolent. If he is neither able or willing then why call him a god?”

I believe that the darkness and animosity that dwells in the hearts of humans are far more terrifying than this day, where presumably, the Rapture will occur. Judgement Day is a daily occurrence. We all judge each other. We criticize each other. We speak ill of each other. A whole day day should not be dedicated to emphasize what we humans do best. We judge, and anyone who dares to question that is foolish. But in the topic of god, I do not believe in such a deity.

I don’t believe in a tyrannical being who bestows upon his people the power of free will, but then chooses to punish them for believing in ideas and such that defy his “standards.” I refuse.

This is my skepticism. Hate me for it, but you’ll just help prove my point.