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.
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