I watched as she cried
cried because she was hated
hated because she was gay
Callus jackals of a hateful god
a human deity crawls from tunnels of spite
covered in the blood of Satanic glee
wrung from the bodies of burning witches
carried like torches down corridors
made of indigenous bones of conquered heathens
martyrs slain by self righteous rapists
who wiped the fluids of their offense on their habits
to pray pennance for lesser sins of better men
widows dispossessed and children sold to foreign lands
a history defiling the whole enterprise of Faith
virtue and divine law called into question
a history of evil in the name of a shadow messiah
like a cartoon villain twisting his mustache
you are fooling no one you sons of Abaddon
no one will weep for you at judgement day
You hate anything that is not you
that is not the God I read about in Sunday school
That is not the divinity more expansive than the universe
your god is wood and metal, rape and greed
your god is small, carnal, and full of hate
You have no faith because your god is waste
The Creator does not need to despise diversity
God is not afraid of the complexity of reality
A cosmic mind grasps all potentials without error
Gather the hems of your holy garments
and fall to your knees you pile of dispair
this planet is chocking on its own bile
a planet dying and lousy with zombies
corpulant flesh of the impotant future
in need of the true faith of the Living God
