Am I truly unworthy,
in need of a priest,
or a sacrifice,
a blood offering,
and staggering pain,
All just to satisfy you?
Yet how can I not fear?
Does nuclear fusion not burn,
and melt the flesh?
Is it just a walk in the park,
for the hell-bound Human,
skipping on a sunlit field,
among the dead and maimed,
over and over and over,
Have we not grown tired
of this gruesome game?
Fear not, indeed!
And now the earth quakes
beneath my feet,
poles shifting,
plasma flows
streaming in,
souls petrified,
as the Sun goes mad,
and spins into a hissy fit,
of burning fingers,
striking earth.
This is what people say
they believe,
fear not indeed.
Plagues and famine,
no oil,
no peace,
no bread,
no mercy,
the whole system
collapsing,
is very much dead!
Anti-Christs rising,
deception all around,
they are sending out the decoys,
so you will give them chase,
Judeo-Christians mocking,
pathetic losers,
with minds muddled,
by a lack of presence,
of the One who leads
into all truth.
Sad little people
cheering on their own destruction,
while reveling in hubris,
false bravado
and fading glory.
What is wrong with you?
Fear not within the flames?
You’ve lost your touch,
by allowing your God
to slip away,
as tears fill hearts,
in remembrance,
of what might have been.
Fear not indeed!
How can it end this way?
Father, Mother,
your grand plan,
failing, in the fading,
of Human light,
caused by a casting away,
of your bright source.
By souls that know better,
children rebelling,
as they relish,
the death and dying,
of their fellow man.
The Human is constantly,
flowing,
toward hated and enmity
toward other Humans
we dimly perceive,
because we are totally blind.
Who the fuck are these people,
and how did they become this way,
twisted beyond repair,
twisted by their compromise
twisted by hate,
twisted by their coveting minds
controlled by evil.
Father, here I am,
fearing,
how can I not,
the events spinning out of control,
as a blessing
turns to a curse,
for the Humans who hate god,
for the Humans that fake a God,
and fake entire religions.
The Superior Humans,
Human Dominans.
The Human, so sure in their ability
to find the easy way out.
Let my words cast down all religion,
so I might be free,
from the madness,
that always seems to manifest,
when a Human “believes”,
in any man-made God.
Believe what I say about the Other,
God told me he hates them,
and wants them destroyed.
Amazing how self-interest flows,
amid the lines spoken
within religious belief.
Is he not my brother,
did we both not flow
from the same womb,
our spiritual being from the One,
within our common Father,
from out of our Mother’s love?
Why must there always be a winner?
Is God so weak that He|She needs
defending by the Human.
Why must religion always lead,
to death and dying.
Father, Mother, can you explain why,
this sorry state,
of the Human’s
understanding
of a loving God.
Those days are done and gone,
nothing remains but suffering and pain,
all because we were so sure,
so convinced
of our superiority.
All because our God is
the true and only One,
so our priest class sputters
and pontificates,
on the way to a hell,
where my God is not.
That shining tower upon a hill,
now burning to the ground,
the ashes spreading,
falling like rain,
over a land that once
held all possibility
within the midst
of its beautiful glory.
Now all dead and gone,
shattered by phantoms
and illusions,
Cast by demons,
and their Human enablers.
Nothing remains
but melancholy and pain.
Fear Not indeed!