Various Heresies 11

Various Heresies 11 The beauty of the flower fades, its petals wither to charades... —Michael R. Burch the U-turn poem by michael r. burch Life so defaulty, Life so unfair, why do wee prize U, what do U care? LORD who lets unborns drown in a flood, CELESTIAL ABORTIONIST, r U sure Ur understood? Hellion by michael r. burch cold as stone, cold to the bone, so cold inside even icebergs moan, such is ur Gaud on hiss icy throne. yet another ode to a graceless faceless Creator albeit with thoughts of possibly rescinding prior compliments by michael r. burch who created this graceless universe? why praise its Creator? who could be worse? why praise man’s Berater with obsequious verse? job’s wife was right: he’s nobody’s nurse. ur-Gent prayer request by michael r. burch where did ur Gaud originate? in the minds of men so full of hate they commanded moms to stone their kids, which u believe (brains on the skids) was “the word of Gaud”! debate? too late & of course it’s useless: please pray to be less clueless. Religion is regarded by fools as true, by the wise as false, and by rulers as useful. — Seneca, translation by Michael R. Burch Non-Word to the Wise by Michael R. Burch The wise will never cry, “Save!” The wise desire a quiet grave. We Know It All by Michael R. Burch We rile. We gall. We know it all because we’ve read the Bible, which tells us genocide’s “God’s will” along with bashing in kids’ skulls and other forms of libel. The earth is flat, our Book says so! The Lord will torture our rational foe! (We lack the compassion to tell the fiend “No!”) God’s on his throne, the Angels are winking, applauding our lack of critical thinking. We’re drowning in crap. We’re stinking and sinking. Eve once petted friendly T-Rexes! A “witch” should be stoned for unprovable hexes! It’s a “sin” to make love if one’s lover has exes! Girls were enslaved and raped by their “masters”! Our Book is the source of so many disasters! The earth’s overheating? Let’s burn it up faster! Yet Another Sh-tty Ditty by Michael R. Burch Here’s my ditty: Life is sh-tty, Then you get old And more’s the pity. Truth be told, We’re bought and sold, Sheep in the fold Sheared lickety-splitty. But chin’s up, What’s the use of crying? We’ve a certain escape: Welcome to dying! Keywords/tags: heresy, heresies, god, creator, bible, religion, christian, christianity, christ, jesus christ, sheep, allah, america, atheist