No Religion. YES CREATOR.
Shooting down the crescendo of all travesties.
The smoke & mirrors before the horizon, a puzzling labyrinth to ascending above and beyond mythology and confusion.
Alchemizing through the foggy rhetoric, the final stair of Autonomy & Freedom.
Did you know?
The nefarious & deplorable flame you're gullibly fanning is foundationally alive by the inconspicuous rocky destiny swapping dung.
Swapping and sacrificing destinies of children & adults, hypnotizing and hazing them on accounts of a convoluted and ludicrous doctrine, a novel contrivance of some costumed monkeys and rats.
The billions of souls that touch earth, river down into one of the many noxious and nauseating obstinate drains, that play the edifice of serenity, peace & tranquility, swindling those very things it claims to offer.
These undue freckles of a default gutter / forced identity on one's face since infancy are unwarranted.
Traversing past all these mainstream vindictive houses of "god", into a sumptuous ether.
Extrapolating & inferring the momentous granules of wisdom, through basic pondering, and vibe augmenting, beautifying your inner world, cleansing your thoughts and rising to the occasion of willing in a better life, is all one has ought to do.
LEARNING, CHURNING, UNLEARNING & RETAINING.
Is all you got to do, to fiercely pursue the pinnacle beyond the baubles and beads.
NO Religion, we've cracked the ceiling of a thankless servitude to the systemic invention, mythological folklore a stratagem to control and coerce.
Excavating through the trapped doors on slippery floors, you'll come to find the trampoline to higher thought was outside fairytales and beyond the jurisdiction of mental murmurers.
There is a Creator, the code is accountability, integrity & moral fiber sans religion & fairytale spins.
The Prayer of the Faithless
// poetry
Religion a waterless grape,
Innocuous appearing repugnant bowl,
Like a bowl of rice strained twice,
Smitten zealots thanklessly strive & scowl.
This antiquated burgeoning beast
Latent hedonism disguised as piety
Quizzical mythology pummeling my skull
Why the heck was I face front under a mythical deity?!
The grandiose money box
Encrypted with many locks
Security like a vexing hot kettle to touch,
My coin in the hole of this prodigal fox.
Many besotted baboons,
Infused with bigotry argue a lost cause,
North-star gone south,
Wild goose chase seeking applause.
A pantheon of sculptures,
It's an exhibitory palette of fiction,
This is a mental pothole, a gambit,
The labyrinth of meticulous constriction.
A new lexicon
A new lease
To the all-powerful anonymous Supreme Creator,
Organized Religion holds no keys.
What are we? Some ponies from heaven?
Sitting on a unicorn's piercing horn as though a throne?!
Spuriously spearing this boisterous bull,
To chase your reddened butt down, inherently prone.
Are you still kneeling on the floor?
Face first on the grotesque gravel before a rock?
They've siphoned all the tinsel to themselves,
Another mythical effigy to, you expect me to flock?
