Jehovah’s Witless
Senseless horrors perpetuated in his name
Leaders of men, experts at his killing game.
If God is love, then death is love’s theme
and life is his Rube-Goldberg machine.
Commandments broken, like our soul’s grace
Hope entombed by his flawed servants faith.
Sadist faithless, my soul endures and spurns
Every day a pyre upon which civilization burns.
His flock, hoards of lamb seeking slaughter
selling their futures to their sons and daughters
Families a contrived promise never atoned.
Life is lived together yet eerily alone.
Happiness is every day that leads to none
time is our enemy ‘til we are finally undone.
Don’t seek the gates, seek the black abyss
Nothingness forever is better than this.
