a Jehovah's Witness came to my door on a holy mission,
asked to come in and speak of GOD with my permisson.
Wanting to be polite I bid come in I'll listen.
He said I should fall to my Knees and prey to GOD with all submissiom.
Being a renegade from original sin,
I said dust from a long dead star is all we have ever been.
Blaspheme screamed the Born-Again,
you'll burn in HELL and left with a grin.
Later on that Blue Moon Night,
I dreamt my Soul had taken flight.
To each and every Quasi GOD I went,
but my Soul would never quite repent.
Wahwea said being not of my chosen people will always stand between us,
besides you still have foreskin on your penis.
And of Jesus now there's a mystry,
why was he still on Calvary.
I'd thought by now he'd paid the price,
yet the Centurion still rolls the dice.
Mohammed said you're not a Martyr,
come back when you're cannon fodder.
When Vishnu I awoke from dreaming,
turned away and ran off screaming.
The Buddha he just took an ax,
and gave the BO Tree forty whacks.
Confucius say get up off your sorry ass,
like shit through a goose this too shall pass.
What I thought was smoke from a shrine of Shinto,
was exhaust from the tailpipe of a Pinto.
What have you left for your Son's and Daughter's,
polluted earth skys and waters.
His Holiness in Rome would'ent let me in,
he was counting Angels dancing on the head of a pin.
Even the Masons who were holding court,
siad we're sorry but your one brick short.
On Mt.Olympus I could see,
these GODS were all just Greek to me.
The Amazon GOD spoke in unknown prose,
with green snot dripping from his nose.
The Voodoo Child made a slight return,
to tell the lesson I should learn,
fly too high you'll crash and burn.
The self-righteous Shysters from Scientology,
are suing me for an apology.
All I said was I'll call Paramedic's,
to resuscitate those poor Pathetic's,
who have O.D.'d on their new drug Dianetic's.
I came to the alter of the Almighty Buck,
where Murphy sat with Lady Luck,
listening to a new face being struck.
Penthouse suite of glass and steel or hut of dung and earth,
the Almighty's measure of your worth,
was just an accident of birth.
I heard the Great White Father say to Red Cloud of the Sioux,
my Child I know just how much they mean to you.
So forever shall your people own their Sacred Black Hills,
for as long as grass grows and you pay your dental bills.
The Shaman cried out to Waken Tanka in utter disbelief,
as he realized the Great White Father meant the fillings in their teeth.
The One True GOD was on the White Man's side,
and forgave them for the Heathens Genocide.
That's just the way it had to be,
for they had a Manifest Destiny.
The slaugter of Squaws and their young was not brutality,
for someday the little Nit would have grown up to become a Flea.
Then I came to a secret boardroom full of C.E.O. Men,
where all the real power resides therein.
they talked of Military Industrial Conglomeration,
Third World Resource Exploitation,
and Globle Corporate Domination.
By Divine Right their rule was just,
for printed on their greed and lust,
these words IN GOD WE TRUST.
They said truly GOD is on our side,
he helps keep the people pacified.
They stood to offer up a toast,
to the Father SON and Holy Ghost.
Together they clinked their champane glasses,
to Religion the Prozac of the Masses.
Behind the scene they plot and scheme,
till their bottom line was quite obscene.
Puppet Masters of Political Power Hungry Dupes,
who are jumping through their money hoops.
Their Demi-GODS F.B.I. and C.I.A.,
smite all those who stand in their way.
Government by the people soon will pass,
for with the Constitution they wipe their Ass.
The Techno-GODS of Cyber-Space,
like the one they call Mr.Gates,
never theorized their fates,
as the Motherboard procreates.
The Neo-GODS of Science walk their Hallowed Halls,
locked uptight behind ivy walls,
playing with Atomic Lasers and Bucky Balls.
Then with Zounds reminiscent of Rolling Thunder,
the GODS of War came to kill and plunder.
With bagpipe bugle drum and fife,
they call the young to give their life.
It's off to another farway shore,
to Babylon to kill the Whore.
He's threatening to cut off the flow,
grab your guns you must go.
Remember when the lines were long,
and slowed our kicking Buddha's Gong.
Rain down death from on high,
never stop to reason why,
ours is Deja Vu and Die.
THe Goddess Gaia my Soul would take,
but her hands were tied she was being Raped.
She cried out you Materialistic Bourgeois Flunkies,
your nothing but Cathode Ray Tube Junkies,
breeding Genetically Altered Test-Tube Monkies.
All your Idols cast in plastic,
will someday come back pyroclastic.
For your Mother Earth swallows all she makes,
turns right around and regurgitates.
In a million years I'll be wild and free,
there will be no Human history,
you're long forgotten strata of my geology.
I watched Pat Robertson and his Ilk,
makeup on dressed in silk,
ask for tithings their Mothers Milk.
Tell ya what I'm gonna do,
a special offer just for you.
For your donation of a Jackson,
we'll send our tape Jimmy Caught in Action.
And as the address scrolls by on where to pay,
I'll give this prayer for today.
GOD help me pull my head out of my ass,
so I can look out through the tinted glass,
of my shiny new car that guzzles gas.
To see my Brother walking by with no shoes on his feet,
as I ride by Smug and Righteous on my leather seat.
If I believe what you teach to be true,
the Camel will pass befor I do.
Your message of love has not hit home,
for at those who are different I still throw stone.
I shout to others it's your word and the truth I preach,
as my inner voice keeps whispering your a Blood Sucking Leach.
For many can I take on one long ride,
but from my own GOD I can not hide.......Amen.
Then I found my Soul was on the run,
from the vision of a future yet to come.
In the year of their Lord 2,084,
the greatest invasion since 1944.
March onward Christian Soldiers as to war,
the Anti-Christ's shall hide from you no more.
They invoked Executive Order 666 inoculation's
a pseudonym for Newborn V-Chip implantation's.
From day one on they'll find no peace,
till death will give thier minds release,
from the New Right's Christian Thought Police.
Then a Voice as if from Heaven called out to me,
go to Death Vally and find the frozen tree,
and there I will enlighten thee.
Tell all who will listen and have ears,
even O.J. Anita and the Queers.
That ALL GODS float on a sea of tears,
shed to them for hopes and fears,
for GOD only knows how many thousand years.
When your vision through REASON finely clears,
you'll see from where each God appears,
while standing in a room of mirrors.
No longer shall you heed the call,
to line non-belivers against the wall.
No more Crusades Jihads and Holy Wars,
no more pouring salt into open sores.
No more to stone stab burn or crucify,
this GOD BULLSHIT has always been the ONE BIG LIE.
Billions and billions of miles from this place,
through the black and timeless space,
will forever beam our saving grace.
For on a world somewhere out past Alfa-Centauri,
their just now reciving our story.
For all their GODS it was the end,
the Priest's their robes they did rend.
Their Holy Books and Sacred Institution,
could not stop thoughts of Natural Evolution.
Waves rippling out through time and space,
strike the GODS of a million Worlds on the face.
I awoke from my dream with renewed conviction,
that BLIND FAITH in RELIGIOUS FICTION,
and SUPER NATURAL MYTH ADDICTION,
brings UNTOLD MISERY to THE HUMAN CONDITION.
Many will say GOD DAMN you,
it's the Devil's bile that you spu,
everlasting fire will be your eternal due.
OH WELL let the whole World rise and chastise me,
FROM THE YOKE OF ALL YOUR GODS I AM TRULY FREE.
Reason for writing:
Two young men came to my door with Bibles in there hand
wanting to witness to me. I said ok and well later that night
I had a dream about Gods and such and this is a poem about
that dream.
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