if god had never been reborn

if god had never been reborn




if i had never heard the words,
those prophecies of
the absurd.
if my beloved mom and dad,
had taken sunday’s
for a shag.


instead of driving me
to church,
would i be better off or worse?
than having to explain
to those
who still insist that i impose;
my narrow-minded view
on life,
i'm not the one proposing strife.


for my vision has been
fine-tuned;
by stepping back outside the room,
where god's enshrined immunity,
is glorified in faithful glee.
by those who still insist it's true.
why else
would they do what they do?
if not for some great noble cause:
saving the masses from themselves.


for every generation since
the holy book
was first in print,
insists that god is real you see,
for god would never lie to me.


but every generation
knows
that when a boy is left alone,
his thoughts are never heaven-bound,
with feet entrenched on
firmer ground.
so every generation hence:
proclaims of god's omnipotence,
and faithfully
instills with fright
the hell of unbeliever's plight.


that's why i wonder
just how much,
this god would fade into the dust.
if no one
wore a crown of thorn,
if god had never been reborn.





sjw 09/02/09 inspired at this very moment in time by so many hearts of bold design and grand illusion.




from the 'blasphemy series' of poems