and when your dead ancestor doesn’t answer your prayers who will you find to guide your faith will you accept each agnostic word heard from the pulpit tho dissonant with what you know to be true or will you search the internet for a new gospel one that feeds into your lust and desires or makes you superior to another proving that god is only on your side and thus the divine will willingly accept the assassination of your foes by your hand a convenient theme used throughout history so why shouldn’t you use it for there’s nothing that can’t be justified with proper editing or interpretation of god’s words anyway you’ve always thought there should be a rewrite effectively substantiating what you believe should have been written in the first place
the small space
between
his nightmares
and
his reality
has grown smaller
he no longer
stares out
his window
searching for
empty promises
to be fulfilled
nor
does he pray
anymore
he has grown
to realize
that whatever god
there may be
his lot in life
is not
a priority
for that god
or
any god
so why would he
expect
that his fellow man
would give a damn
to them
he’s
a homeless bum
not worthy
of
their consideration
for anything
just scrap paper
to be
swept away
before
morning rush-hour
but once
his hands
cleared the land
that fed them
then
they called him
an essential worker
till the land dried up
and
nothing could grow
the bank took his land
outstanding loans
the land still stands naked
hometown
a ghost town
and
he
a ghost
of
society
the word
of
god
has been
revised
to be
more
appropriate
for
today’s
cultural needs
and
desires
those
biblical texts
that
were
supposedly
inspired
by
god
and
written
by
god’s hand
in
stone
must be
updated
to fit
current financial
and
political needs
so
those
apparently
representing
god
have been
encouraged
to
provide
extensive
necessary
revisions
seems
the
omniscient
mind
of
god
has
changed
oh my lord what a barge of bombastic words child i ain’t never heard anything like it laying out the sins of others on the altar of shame before god and everybody not one eardrum was spared now it may have been for their own good cause there was the asking for forgiveness but i thought it was just a closing prayer
punishment must be immediate if it’s going to be effective every child psychologist knows that so dear god i recommend reconsideration of judgement day
that clock on the wall doesn’t seem to move at all i’ve been sitting here for an eternity listening and watching that clock on the wall and it hasn’t moved one quarter of an inch while the out pouring of words seems quite disproportionate to the time that passed i’ve swung my feet in every possible direction while posed upon this pew and been told by mom to just sit still until the sermons done but it seems to me he’s attempting to recreate what god took six days to do why can’t we just cut to the chase and get to that final amen
he was curled into a ball lying at the feet of death crying out for a god he didn’t believe in nor had considered until his lungs would not fill with air and a drowning feeling firmly grasped his body submerged in despair he recalled when breathing was so simple no thinking required but now each breath struggled to lift the weight of death from his chest no moments of life passing before his eyes just a pounding heart sweat without sweating the anxiety of death and empty promises of tomorrow then suddenly it was over
Read Between the Minds 