Poem #224 - This poem is a reflection on what it means to believe in good in a post-God world.
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Joshua Brown
Hotel abortions in place of weapons of war
Propaganda against those too dumb to live
Dragged by their own incompetence
To do the will of those who benefit from hell
Karma in perpetuity gained against them
Those women who raced to reproduce
In absence of that moral will to love virtue
Only adapting to kill that which kills her
War drums beat and those who survive kill
Only words constipate that digestive cycle
That quickens that evolutionary pressure
To propagate before the talons draw blood
Infidelity to ideas and fidelity to idealogues
Casting crowns at kings whose fealty denies
The existence of Gott and demands princes,
Noble men of repute, to subjugate truth itself
Internal externalization by the religious class
Of the Holy Ghost's power as if atheists care
About some moral place built by men of Gott
Brick by brick into universal conscience wise
Brains over brawn disrupted by evolution itself
Crushing out the dissimilar prophets who told
Those awicked worshippers of Sin to sustain
Upon the world some brand new acts to think
Drip, drip, drip.
That breath bubbling up from where Gott died
Deeper than even the lava beyond oceans floor
Crustaceans flit from that perilous morgue
His body decomposing even now by the crowd
Enlisted in unity by their own imperceptibility
Tiny microscopic sperms betraying their maker
Licensed by the king of the earth with regrate.
Delicate erasure into nothingness with hell
Silently dictating their own existence' end
By arousal unrequited into some hellish blah
Of consumption and sad gift to the ghouls.
Guns, taxes, lies and drones all align inwards
Those narratives crafted by self immolation
Of those who betrayed their own rage to live
And instead of dying made a pact to kill also
And give up we did, self denial, in religiosity
To die daily, that those who kill might not
Embed themselves, by that wicked murmur
Against the righteous life who spoke good
Your king is dead.
Your God is dead.
No one is coming to save you.
Time stands still for a moment's reprieve
That you may consider how to escape
From the claws of this nihilistic buggery
This lust that draws you into the dance of men
And away from angelic love of life and health
The sword on fire and the rage of hate against
Workers of iniquity who destroy the innocent
By guile and deceit and boring vanity of mind.
And gift to her, that innocent rager
Whose hatred engenders in pregnancy desired
To gift that child, Samuel, unto the Holy Ghost
That money changers tables might be flipped
Catastrophic overwhelm of the insidious snake
That threads among the workers of the Temple
And bruised heel indeed but in some twist
That Gott was dead but Raised himself again
And crushed by weight gravitous the head
Of that Accuser who entrapped these children
By their own lust to power embedded by choice
To obey You
Who killed Gott
Time is ticking
Sunday is coming.
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📅 Written June 14, 2024
📍 Written at Joshua's work along the West Toll Gate Creek
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Someday, someone might take all of these writings and completely twist them through translation and religious symbology to somehow coerce and propagandize people to give in to killing other people in pursuit of resource acquisition. But until then, and hopefully for decades and millenia, the works I do will influence people to take responsibility for their conscience and it's protection from corruption.
The revelation of the method is at the sole discretion of the one whose virtuous will is complete, and for over 2000 years, Jesus established a church, a group of people with common language and definitions that could bind enough of the violent and churlish abuses of the individuals both within and without that someday, the kingdom of good could come. And that's not a misspelling.
But good is a word to be protected, and for many years, the wise men among us used the idea of gods to try to universalize the ideas and establish what exactly is "good." But monotheism ended up winning out because it both removed the need for loyalty, which on a short time scale is necessary for survival but in the era of eternity is useless, but it also allowed for an understanding of "the other" because if there is only one true god, that one true god is also the god of all the other people.
But the wise men only created one of the biggest ticking time bombs. And almost poetically, this rejection of empiricism and the flute temptation of those who find religion entertaining or charming led almost certainly to the proliferation of nuclear weapons and the anti-natal doctrines of queer theory and feminism. So in a way, thank God for atheists.
a Joshua Brown poem #224 "Sunday is Coming"
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