March 04, 2006

Holy Sonnet

Are Christians prattling sycophants to God?
A God who messed up sin & pain & hate,
And memory & intellect & fate,
He screwed up nature, life & breath & growth,
And jealously expects no criticism,
He’ll nix a frog & then expect a nod,
Can millions suffer during a loyalty oath,
A vortex in a pyramidal prism,
And yet your coworker, whose gay facade
Emits approving smirks, drops to his knees
To show his boss how much he’d do to please,
Then, starting wars, expects Him to applaud.
If absolutely power corrupts, what fool
Would proudly worship an omnipotent rule?

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