The Closet-Clergy

whether you like it or not, your priest, your pastor, your minister, your clergyman of whom you hold the utmost regard, whose very advice you secretly tell yourself has been inspired by the lord your god & maybe even “jesus” himself, may in fact hold a very deep dark secret--- your clergyman or woman may have come to the rational conclusion, a long time ago, that what it was that they went to seminary for, that what it was that they themselves thought in the deepest reservoir of their hearts, that the pure unadulterated faith which they once held onto like a child does their mother’s hand when walking in the city, which they once thought was so obvious & real, is nothing but a cheap hoax of the most serious kind, & that it is all a lie--- at best, this lie which they are still taking part in, is one which they think brings comfort to their flock, it pays their bills, above all, they have no idea what they would do if they turned their back on the whole sham now, after wasting half their life peddling religious smut like a pimp on a street corner. huddled in their corner at home, locked up in the closet, they bite their nails and bear upon their backs the weight of the lie growing like a cancerous tumor--- they may have friends who are clergy, with whom they can speak of losing faith in a roundabout manner, by which both parties are made to feel more comfortable when the ambiguous nature of a conversation finally gets down to the nitty-gritty, that this sham this character was NOT born of a virgin that this character did NOT walk on water never cured a leper never turned water to wine never turned a few fish & a loaf of bread to a feast for thousands & was never crucified, dead & buried only to rise again. inside their minds is an explosion ready to awaken millions that finally, even the prime liars in this campaign of deception that has lasted a few thousand years is breaking--- it is all a matter of time before the technology that we have produced as a species cures our very fear of death & without the fear of death, you will no longer need to be a slave to these charlatans that continue to beat you senseless with their poorly written fiction. get ahead of the curve & scrap it all before your shepherds do, making you look like the sap that you presently are.