Pissful Religion
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Religion from the very earliest times was meant to bring peace. Sometimes it misses the road to peace and leads us to piss instead.
God sometimes does pray to man;
Quite often we hear him not.
But once above the din of earthly prayer
I did hear his voice;
Through the dizzying whir of angels' wings
His prayer came loud and clear;
A prayer in a tongue I can scarce recall
But which I did to English render.
Priests of the faiths, shepherds of my flock:
Shall you like the devil not hear my prayer?
My words find room in your ears but none
in your hearts,
And so the faithful wander astray from holy
to hollow creed—
The hollow creed of pissful religion.
I can nowhere look and not meet their flights
of insanity;
And nowhere go and not leave un-torn by
their evil ways:
From crimes against humanity,
To drives against womanity--
All wrought in the name of Heaven.
In prayer I now command:
Reach out your staff each day and by its crook
draw the flock near.
Teach them that to answer my prayers is the
highest form of worship
And that man is borne to me not by the things
he drives but by the things that drive him.
Hand them the one compass of golden truth
Whose artless needle ever swings with passion
away from their crooked altars
To point fixedly at my eternal word as to
conscience revealed.
If these words still shall not bend them to the
light
Then, perhaps, my wrath will
When upon their heads it descends
Like a whip of lightning cracking on earth's
bare back.
Copyright © Agona Apell | Year Posted 2015
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