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
now lord i don’t want you to take this the wrong way but as they say this growing old ain’t all it’s cracked up to be you see here i am with the woman of my dreams and hours upon hours to be with her thanks to covid-19 but there appears to be some fine print constraints that you placed in the longevity contract that has made me seriously regret those early years of abstinence
the tomb’s been sealed tight politics over god’s son money’s to be made cadillacs to be paid for so now preachers prefer cash they prefer trump’s cash over heavenly rewards so when they’re preaching they prefer you just listen as if trapped in a sealed tomb
lord someone needs to repent i’m not sure who but given how things are going i’m certain you’re pissed off about something now i know you’re divine and all knowing and such but could i make a small suggestion and please don’t put me in the same category as uzzah but since none of us have touched the ark couldn’t you just strike down those who’ve got their fingerprints all over the golden pot
corpse evangelists cannibals of god feasting on the souls of their flock using the bound word for searing the flesh of unborn children to solicit silver coins coins used fill their private martini glasses
shards of metal vaporized olive oil mixed with powdered concrete all in a burst of light salty red taste in the mouth the weight of a hundred men on the spine gasping for air prayers to that merciful god
before the old man stood three altars on each altar was an offering to the right were the crushed bodies of parents’ children given to a nation’s pride to the left were prayer flags and written prayers offerings to man’s creation of god the center altar seemed empty but it was said that it held the souls of believers offerings to an unseen god offerings of a lifetime with no visible reward for the sacrifice made only what the heart has lead them to offer service to those in need