Mr. Religion
Fangs out.
Uh-oh….
Eyes awake,
they go from brown to yellow,
and others quake.
Four paws
down in the ground,
find themselves unafraid.
One snarl,
two canines
bring you to your knees,
asking,
“Please don’t hurt me.”
Too late for that,
you’ve harmed enough
with your false truths.
You burned up the goodwill
that I had inside for you.
Now shut up and
listen while I speak this truth:
Every day you carry others aside,
teaching them lies
that their worth isn’t anything
without your approval.
You think I’m afraid?
No. 🐺
I used to be one of you.
Preaching the same damn “truths”
in the same damn “house”
leading people astray with
every word out my mouth.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing,
but I dropped the outfit.
Because I can see clearly now
through your lies,
your alibis,
and how many times you try
to tell me
that my belief belongs
in somebody else’s guy.
Sky Daddy,
that I can’t even believe in anymore
because all “he” does is hurt the poor and
brings the others to the door
of their own hell.
And let me tell you another thing,
“Mr. Religion,”
you think you got something?
You have nothing.
Because every time
you open your mouth,
you spread destruction.
You hurt others.
You hurt children.
You hurt women.
I’m not going to stand
for this anymore.
I’m going to call you out.
I’m going to stand my ground,
and you’re going to die
right there on the floor
in shame.
You harnessed something
that was supposed to be pure
and corrupted it
into something terrible,
putrefying it into its own vomit.
And yet you spew it out
every single day,
trying to convert
others into your way,
spreading “love” and “cheer,”
but then telling others
they’re going to hell 🔥
if they’re a queer. 🏳️🌈
Tell me this,
“Mr. Religion,”
about your fucking
abortion fear.
If that was your daughter
about to die,
what would you do?
Tell me.
Do I have your ear?
Good.
Now fucking disappear.
Let me tell you one more thing.
Stop trying to push your own agendas
because I hate them.
They destroy everybody else,
and now you know what it means
to lose yourself.
To all those
who are sitting in the pew,
take a moment
and actually look at the book.
Forget the first half
where it’s all shit.
Look at those four in the middle
and read them.
Stare at each word that Jesus said,
and you tell me
if your church believes them.
I guarantee you
that they do not.
They just look
for the hate in between.
They wrap it in love,
and then they’ll proclaim
that yes,
this is God’s blessing.
You think I’m scared?
I’ve never been.
I’m standing now on all fours.
My teeth is bared.
Mac Tíre (MOK TEER-reh),
the slayer of bears.
This is excellent! 😍
Fire burning 🔥