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The 734 That Died At Mecca

It is disgusting that 734 people died at Mecca, Last Thursday, when so many lives were lost, Needlessly, for want of crowd control officials, To restrain the 1.4 million who’s emotions cost. Religion is never an objective thing, It's extremely emotional, out with rational thought; And the ritual that the pilgrims were approaching, Was, in my opinion, religion’s most irrational shot. It was the Stoning of the Devil ritual, Which celebrates Abraham’s obedience to god, Who told him to kill his son and ignore all conscience, Rather than listening to Satan, who seemed to have the nod. This sacrificial story sickens me to my stomach, Always did, always will, still does: That you should reason by faith any action, That's it's valid, whether moral, immoral, or even just a shove. Killing your own child just for a voice in your head, Which says he’s love’s superior, consummation, Is insane, wrong, and really quite mentally ill, And certainly should not be taught in admiration. As a child it was one of my main objections, To faith, the liturgy, the Bible and god, Who today should be represented by elders or imams, Who should contrive to keep within morality’s rod. When you’re at Mecca, the epitome of your faith, Approaching the most irrational ritual in your life, Your emotions are bound to get the better of you, Such that regressive behaviour will be your strife. Iran blamed the Saudi authorities, For having no safety mechanisms in place; Fundamentalism should come under, like all else, Crowd regulation laws and standards which grace. Even the Billy Graham stadium events, Used ushers and councellors to ensure, That people were behaving considerately: They were ready to attend to and direct the pure. I would like all fundamentalism to be regulated, Supervised by a human-centred body, Such that god coincides with morality, Giving seekers their lofty and loving somebody. 27/9/2015 Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac is in Genesis 22:1-19.

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