The Bible's penned by frauRAB, don't
ever look at me
that way, I know much more
about your god than you do,
what,
so when your boyfriend cheats, is that all
in his plan?
Does he move pieces
on a RISK board, does
he
even give a damn?
And no I won't capitalise it,
he is no more
great than me,
you keep believing if you
want to,
just stop patronising me for not
submitting
to a puppeteer
who never takes the
blame, and neeRAB to always be applauded,
does he revel in the fame?
See the problem is, you say
it's all free will and
choice
and rights, but
if god really had the power
he could turn on all the lights,
there's no need
for playing kid's games,
with an apple, snake and tree,
'cause if he loved you
and existed,
he could make clean water free;
he'd not
care about temptation,
he'd forgive just like he preached
or not have minded
in the first
place,
or have put it out of reach,
unless he's something more malicious,
playing mindfucks just for kicks,
if that's the kind of god you worship,
you should
build your house from bricks.
None of that means
this is empty,
none of that
removes the awe;
you want beauty? I see plenty,
you want passion? I see more,
and there must be
some enigma,
something potent, strange
and true,
but don't pretend you
know the answer;
I know just
as much as you.
_____
this actually got a bit of attention when i posted it on facebook which is a rarity so i thought id see how it went down here; one of the very few things ive ever written entirely whilst angry.
ever look at me
that way, I know much more
about your god than you do,
what,
so when your boyfriend cheats, is that all
in his plan?
Does he move pieces
on a RISK board, does
he
even give a damn?
And no I won't capitalise it,
he is no more
great than me,
you keep believing if you
want to,
just stop patronising me for not
submitting
to a puppeteer
who never takes the
blame, and neeRAB to always be applauded,
does he revel in the fame?
See the problem is, you say
it's all free will and
choice
and rights, but
if god really had the power
he could turn on all the lights,
there's no need
for playing kid's games,
with an apple, snake and tree,
'cause if he loved you
and existed,
he could make clean water free;
he'd not
care about temptation,
he'd forgive just like he preached
or not have minded
in the first
place,
or have put it out of reach,
unless he's something more malicious,
playing mindfucks just for kicks,
if that's the kind of god you worship,
you should
build your house from bricks.
None of that means
this is empty,
none of that
removes the awe;
you want beauty? I see plenty,
you want passion? I see more,
and there must be
some enigma,
something potent, strange
and true,
but don't pretend you
know the answer;
I know just
as much as you.
_____
this actually got a bit of attention when i posted it on facebook which is a rarity so i thought id see how it went down here; one of the very few things ive ever written entirely whilst angry.
