White and unblemished
Imposing and unwelcoming
Its doors are shut to me, a sinner.
Were I inclined I could find another.
They are whores in that regard–
One on every corner.
They’ll make enough to please
But they’ll pocket more than their share.
He is Janus faced, their god.
He looks like them, because who but an
Old white man with flowing locks
Will condemn without mercy?
He is a he. Born into it. Male parts.
None of this PC She-God bullshit.
He’s a gun-toting American and he’ll
Smite the hell out of you for the hell of it.
If you want Salvation you have to beg for it.
Thank him for creating you.
Ask him to soothe your hunger.
He won’t answer. Not you. Never you.
He will turn you to stone
Or maybe he won’t.
(They speak for him)
His words speak for themselves, they say.
You have to take their word for it,
As they know the One True God.
Every other is an imposter.
His word is infallible, except when it isn’t.
The other Words aren’t real
And those who believe in other Gods
Will spend eternity
In hell. He’s jealous in that regard.
You suffer because he wants you to.
They’ll pray to him because it’s easy.
They aren’t the ones who want you to die.
He is. They are only acting
In accordance with his will.
He won’t answer to tell them they’re
Doing it wrong.
If he doesn’t say it’s wrong it must be right.
They won’t spend much time
They will be ready for the commitment
When the time comes, they are certain.
He is the recipient of their idolatry
Because he is formed in their image.
In his absolute cruelty he is perfect for them.
Because they who drink the blood
Of the innocent
And eat the flesh
Of the just
Are just like their god.
Blood sacrifices make them
Only by blood
Will they be unmade.