I'm ready for a new religion.
For
God's sake, it's a sin if
I breathe.
I feel like I'm in prison.
I'm tired of you trying to feed me your toxic beliefs,
gradually increasing the doses.
Feelings are for my soul,
instead of seeking help for your
psychosis.
You know, it might come as a shock to you,
but not everybody worships the
God of
Moses.
That is, the same
God who is made of love,
but has no problem
with you spreading hate in
His holy name.
Says peace,
but has you fighting wars,
looting and plundering without shame.
sits idly by while you do crazy stuff to
each other an d give
Satan the blame.
All week you looking down at me from the pedestal on
which you so superficially perch,
but on
Sunday you smiling at me,
inviting me to church.
An d I'm ready,
but for a new religion.
One which promotes eradicating
hunger by eliminating greed,
getting rid of shortage by stamping
out the illusion of need.
one which directs you to the source rather than have
you depend on it to feed
and one which doesn't condemn
me to the eternal flames of hell if occasionally I
smoke a little bloodclaw weed.
Because it's ironic,
the same set of people who
say
God lives in the sky is the same set of people
who criticize every time I get
high an d they even have a problem with my drinking
and I say fine but if
Jesus
Jesus had a problem with drinking,
would he turn water into wine?
I'm ready for a new religion,
one in which I don't need a mediator between me and my
God.
So, sorry pastor, bishop, I mean deacon,
I guess there will be no need for your job.
And it's not like me even a shut up the
Bible, know.
Cause, see me have a
King
James
Version here.
I'm even a looking at it.
See
Matthew,
Mark,
Luke and
John here.
But
King
James not even one little
verse from a woman.
Yeah, not to worry
be hold the chronicles of
Tanya