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A kicking from the Kirk, a booting from the Baptist mafia, choking from a Catholic. I’m still here!

Waiting for a lightning bolt

For all the bejeebus believers.
Your sight is flawed,
Your faith is false.
Your certainty of soul salvation,
A promise and a lie.
A promise from the men who
Would tell you what to do.
A reward for which there can be no accounting for none return from death to say,
“Believers hear the Truth is true, obey the rules, a paradise awaits you.”
A lie because there are no great sky pixies astride the firmament scoring a tally for flat earth followers. “One more indulgence and you’re in.”
You waste the one life you have to live and experience,
As worker drones,
Submitting your opportunities to men, who moan and groan and hate the pleasures your creative will can conceive.
There are no Gods.
Bejeebus is a zombie myth.
You
Are
Free.
Why is that so scary for you?

Jan 2017

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