Praise the Lord and spew the threats. |
You hear them talking smack on Sunday: “Praise the Lord,” and all that jazz, yet in among such pious chants come threats that spew from puffy lips, and faces so grotesque in writhe that evil reeks from double chins. “You will burn in Hell,” they spit like so much venom from a snake, or like black widow bite. These Bible-thumping sycophants think their election, from on high, gives them carte blanche to threaten us at will. A feeding frenzy for the lot, these “men of God,” who should be fed the sustenance of evidence, (yet they prefer to starve.) (Religion seems impervious shield allowing crimes of flippant tongues, for in any other venue, on threats of of death, or worse, jail would await.) Ancient Rome burned such, all right, and I see why, because they take reality and treat it like a lollipop, or like a piece of taffy to distend until it snaps. They deserve some pity yes, but also much contempt (alas, they are too blind to know they‘re blind), yet often I cannot help but shout: “Who the hell do you think you are?” (A cousin threatened me one time, and also said Gays should be shot.) Still, they live among us--abjection to the nth degree. Indoctrinated, to be sure, brain-washed, fearful, closed-minded. All this because they worship a book. Perhaps if they took time for reflection, they would see the depravity of their own imperfection. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp Winner 2-21-16 _______ Requirements: --election --abjection --reflection --imperfection |