Your God
Your God is a slave to human imagination and flights of ridiculous fancy.
Your God is more dead than Nietzsche.
Your religion is an insane social disease,
childish and created to help cowards
cope with vaguely cultivated conundrums concerning Truth.
Your God is an anvil tied to Humanity’s tyranny of evil traditions and mania.
Your fairytales are a form of slavery. Most states of mental slavery
are also forms of insanity.
So, this is where your God, your Savior, has
brought you at last: right into the arms of a worldview
rife with insane deception and servitude. .
Your God has forsaken you
as your God is a violent lie
talked of through the millennia of humanity’s seeming need for delusion.
Built to Forget to Remember
It’s been two months and I still
occasionally forget my mom is dead.
When I go to her house
and I don’t see her there
there I begin to fall apart.
Just like the soothsayers of Iron Chic had predicted.
One song—
almost perfectly worded for how I was feeling
when I first found out how badly the sudden and true pain
of death can reduce a soul to the size of subatomic particles.
The Truth
Nietzsche did
not go
Mad. He
went Sane
Ugly on the Inside
Hey Momma!
I’m gonna blow my fuckin brains out!
I’m gonna fade to white.
I’m gonna die like a dog.
Like a lovely, lovely dog.
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