oh how ominous this warning sign
to
say your god is better than mine
to
ask a man to mend his ways
merely
based on how he prays
to
ask him to come back home
by
the implore of broken bones
to
decide for him what he can eat
and
sharpen knives against holy meat
oh
how ominous this warning sign
it
faces you and you’re the one blind
to
see your faith comes not from Him
but
from an abyss more dark and dim
your
faith comes from a faith in muscle
from
violent victory in melee and tussle
now
god may exist or exist he may not
but
if he were to ever look at this rot
this
cruel, unfair, pagan game
played
out in his undefended name
this
roll of death, rape, pain and plunder
of
words and worlds ripped asunder
Would
he smile, would be applaud
or
would he shriek out, “Oh my god!”
ram cobain
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