His Many Acts of Evil
Set the Mood
Words like poison painted on a page,
Sold to you and set center stage.
Filled my heart full with unending rage,
Your hypocrisy is my unrelenting cage.
For when you see me standing tall,
You take my strength and take it all.
Because you think this is God’s call,
To smack me down and make me crawl.
I’ll stand back up so you can see,
Your God issue another decree.
My hateful sentiments He tried to make flee,
Where is your God in the face of me?
Standing firm against your God,
Even against strikes from his rod.
As he strikes me you applaud,
And so I laugh at all you sods.
Yet there you are smiling back,
As my soul begins to crack.
Your love of God is putrid black,
And hiding evil is God’s knack.
So carry on you useful fools,
Let God turn you into tools.
He uses you like sitting stools,
Yet your love for him never cools.
Falling Upon Deaf Ears
Whenever someone comes to me in my times of pain to tell me how God is here with me, to tell me he is watching, and that he loves me I cannot help but be filled with resentment. Your all-powerful, omnipresent, ever-benevolent God is with me now, looking over all this? Is he also with and watching those who are beating children, sexually assaulting them, and then killing them? Why is your God not stopping it?
Keep twisting the knife of religious lies implanted in my side, I'll rip it out one day and implant it in the heart of your God.
