† 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. 

† I hate religion, but love Jesus

I think that slam poetry is so fucking stupid. To the writer/performer, please tell me what the fucking difference is. He stated that he loves the church, the bible and believes in sin. Do those not constitute as aspects of religion? I guess it just goes to show how stupid people really are. You can’t pick and choose what you want to keep sacred in a religion. You can’t blow off all the negativity in the teachings and simply highlight that which makes Christianity seem higher than other religion.

Jesus is a religion. Jesus is your religion. You can’t hate religion, or else you’d hate every aspect of it. I know that I may be being biased here since I am an agnostic, but people who praise him are being ignorant and blind. I know he meant well, but his delivery and his choice in wording was pathetic at best.

Go ahead. Hate me.

† Ungodly Anti-Rhyme

Fairytales aren’t true, so tell me why
the words of prophets and saints are recited and used
as a tool to brainwash those who suffer from weak minds.
Mindless zombies littering ungodly wastelands,
infecting those liberated from religion with words of toxic.
Speaking in tongues that defy their own teachings,
equipped with malignant scriptures made specifically for breaching
the nonbeliever’s defense mechanism.
Forbidding true love and calling it a sin,
yet comitting crimes of blasphemy and still they are granted
a spot in their crimson heaven.
Ungodly creatures become servants of an imaginary deity,
killing all the rest with ignorance,
slaughtering their innocence with angelic nonsense.

Who’s to say that their tome of unrelenting truth
holds more value than a fairytale book?
Who’s to say that princesses and dragons are less credible
than a water-treading deity?
Here is my ungodly rhyme that seldom rhymes at all,
here are my words, waiting silently for this holy war
to finally fall.

† Worship Me

You made love to the moon’s rays,
caressed the night sky with your prayers.
You swore to follow a path of innocence,
that sin is nothing more than a three letter word.
You sold your soul to a printed manual,
listing celestial laws and fabled disasters,
but your skin is made of sin,
your lips reek of broken promises.
Dare me to describe further?

Because the hands you pray with
slid into my pants.
I watched you grasp the growing beast
as my thirst for your love increased with the heat.
The mouth you used to ingest His body,
made its way down mine and you soon took form of a serpent.
One single descent, and you took me whole,
made me take the lord’s name in vain,
made me say your name in constant repitition.
Was I your religion at that very moment?
You seemed so focused, meditated even.
Was my pleasure your God for that one evening?
Your lips tasted his blood at last night’s mass,
but you pleaded to taste your hard work’s conclusion
and by the end of the night,
you made me a goddamn believer.

I love the facade you wear
when we’re not fucking in the car,
or making love under the stars.

† Facade.

The only thing I envy about those who have been salvaged by religion is that they usually turn out to be a better person than they have been in the past.

But in the same sense, I know that some of you use religion as a disguise to hide who you really are. The bullshit’s been overdone time and time again, using god as a scapegoat to symbolize your sudden escape from your sins. Using the bible as away to justify their actions and twist the words around to defend their particular stance. 

Religion won’t just kill the incarnation of your past selves. It can hide it far from anyone’s reach, but given the right situations I almost guarantee that the monsters in your soul will resurface and you’ll find yourself staring face to face at the person you thought you left behind. 

I understand when people devote their life to god, but to parade their beliefs in front of my face and try to shove it down my throat is going overboard. I will not tolerate those who attempt to convert me by threatening that my life will be filled with sorrow otherwise. My fate lies not in the hands of an unproved existence of an omnipotent deity, it lies in my own hands. My faith will not be upheld through church or by worship. My faith lies within me. 

So fuck off, thanks.

† Sede Vacante

Without a crown to rule them all,
humanity falls down and crumbles.
We all submit to relentless withdrawal.
The empty throne is open to the taking
for those who seek,
but to gain access to the title
means surrendering your soul to the devil.
An empty throne will seat a human
who resides content with a missing heart.
An empty throne will seat a human
who tore his own essence apart.
We all seek to rule,
but when there are no rules,
we succumb to deterioration.
In desperation, we become an entity
that avoids proper definition,
for without someone to govern,
mankind falls
into eternal perdition.

Hell is not below us,
it is located on the Earth’s surface
and in the center of the burning paradise
lies an empty throne.

I love The DaVinci Code. I fell in love with the book and all its conspiracy theories, and I love the film just as much. It really gets you thinking about Christianity and all that, but most of all, I like how both medias try to deceive the reader into thinking that the information it presents are facts. Not once does the author state that the entire novel is fiction, but leaves it up to the reader to speculate the truth.

The Christians and the Catholics… a majority of them brand both the film and the novel as a travesty, blasphemous in every way. But I see it as another perspective of Christianity. Another theory that can never be proven nor disproved.

The bible can be proven right or wrong just as much as Dan Brown’s work. But the beauty in this is that it will never be possible to find the truth. At least, not in facts.

The Rapture has been withdrawn into cowardice. I feel that no God would ever be so malevolent than to judge his own people based on belief, when it is he who has bestowed them with free will. No God would ever purposely scare his people into obedience, or fill them with fear for absolutely no reason.

Religion is a savior for so many, but I deviate from that belief. I believe that religion is a response for all things enigmatic, and I don’t need it. We all need faith. We all need something to believe in. But I don’t need to worship a deity when all I need to believe in can be found by gazing into a mirror.

† The Trash Man

Drowning in an undertow of smashed cans and torn papers,
forming a hurricane escalating from mere whisper of winds,
the filth of our world becomes his duty.
When the moon and stars become just additions to dust,
and when the truth is as disposable as lies and goodbyes,
the land shifts into a makeshift wasteland.
The grass become blades of iron and flowers transform to barbed wire roses,
he comes. He comes in a green chariot adorned with metallic hands,
drawn by his will to clean the taint. There are no horses.
We cease to understand how this filth will poison the land,
how these mistakes will forever manifest as an ocean of scum
and the trash man will come as he always has,
and we’ll just watch as he whisks away our unforgiven sins
on his chariot of green and mechanical wings.
The whisper of winds will someday die away
and when that time comes the trash man can finally retire.

† 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.

† Pathetic.

You are the reason why Christians are never taken seriously. You are a walking hypocrisy. How dare you tell me that I was at fault, that I am wrong for not believing in god? See what I did there? No capital G. I don’t believe. And people like you are half of the reason why. No one dictates my fate. No one. I hold all the power of my life. You can argue with me all you want, but that’s never going to change my mind.

With that said, your actions are blasphemous. You put all your faith in your god, you promise him, you pray, yet you act like a complete fool when it comes to love. You play guys like they’re games. You lie. You cheat. Your tongue seldom speaks the truth. Rather, it leaks and reeks of venom. Don’t tell me that you’re religious and don’t you dare try to make me conform when you are never going to be as saintly as you portray. Don’t you ever. It’s funny, though. I’m the one who doesn’t believe in him, yet I’m more fit to be a Christian than you. Maybe it’s because I have a heart. You don’t.

You can hide behind your religion. You can try to justify your actions with your atonement and penance. Try as much as you want. You’ll never change.