Relative Religion
The belief that you believe in
Is a product of location
The cultural concept you think true
All others are mistaken
They think the same of you
Faith is not an absolute
It’s a product of your culture
For you may see an angel
Where others see a vulture
True truth is nearly never there
When based upon a cultish view
Truth must have some symmetry
So look for truths appearing to
Seem the same to all who see
Your righteous crusade, your jihad
The glow of faith-filled yearning
That illuminates your soul
Is the glow of bigots burning
Their heretics as coal
Faith is not an absolute
It’s a product of your culture
For you may see an angel
Where others see a vulture
Your misogynistic preachings
Send daughters to be killed
You wash your hands in blood from wombs
You’ve birthed a death, you feel fulfilled
Another soul you can consume
Your relative religion
Was a parental choice
Dependent on your land of birth
In which you had no voice
Your young mind much molested
With strictures of a cult
Blinding you to other views
Regarded as insult
Take bitter satisfaction
In unbeliever death
Where’s the love you postulate
That empty shibboleth
“Thou shalt not kill”
Is just a phrase
That’s not for any “other”
You’re taught to hate the people
You should have called your brother
Pantomime or sacrament?
Is a product of your culture
For you may see an angel
Where others see a vulture
Jehovah’s Witless
Knock knock
Who’s there?
jehova
jehova who?
Exactly.
Knock, knock
Have you heard
‘The Word?’
“You’re evil and going to hell
Eternal torture awaits your death
That’s just Jehovah’s way
To show his love he’ll hurt you
Unless you do as we say
But – we can save you from our god
By taking your mind away”
Knock, knock
The Bible is all true
God told Joshua to kill
Every mother and baby
So we believe it is his will
To slaughter mothers, babies and beasts
Unto the smallest hamster
And claim we’re pacifistic
And not so hard on Herod
As we can kill our children
By withholding others’ blood.
Knock, knock
Who is there?
No-one
I’m an atheist.
– and so are you
except for that final, residual god
Knock, knock
The planet’s 6k old
Our retinas aren’t in backwards
Appendices are useful (see appendix, see)
Seeing is ignoring
Adam on Eve wasn’t masturbation
And we aren’t half banana
Knock knock
You know women are not equal
It’s men who know what’s good
You must be shown your proper place
Curled up in a pool of blood
Coat hanging from a god shaped hook
Your choices all removed
As you whimper from the pain and loss
We zealots who approved
Will “thank you Jesus” on your cross
Knock, knock
Who will join our cult
You have nothing to lose but your
Intellectual honesty
Moral responsibility
Critical faculties
And your self respect.
Now I’m not knocking your religion
You don’t need help with that
When you knock, not knocking Herod
Knock, not knocking truth by decree
But knock, knock evolution
And knock, knock evidence of your senses
And knock knock knock knock women’s rights
Faith is belief in something
You know that isn’t true
Sorry
But knock, knock no banana
Tomorrow, morons
I’m sorry, I’ll read that again….
The boreds prayer
Our phone-father, which art man riven,
We follow and defame
You make us dumb
You’ve begun to give birth
To lies and to aggression.
Give us this day what facebook‘s said
And give us our celeb press passes
As we forget them who aren’t fast to like us
And lead us not into cognition,
But deliver us from the evil
Of all hints of boredom,
We cower in allegory,
Whatever whenever.
Amen