It's All YOUR Fault, God! (an indictment)
It's all YOUR Fault, God, yes it is!
that YOU give us no
by which we'll see with OUR own eyes
Your touted, great
It's all YOUR Fault, God, yes it is
that Scripture is
that's why we fight o'er who is right
and wrangle o'er its
It's all YOUR Fault, God, yes siree,
that you would make a
full of sacrifice, not free!
for each soul who'd not
turn to Thee.
It's all YOUR Fault, and no one else's!
not ours, oh my!
Every one whom You have slain
Every soul who's
Every animal who's lain
in a trap YOU did
....Were it not so
They'd have been
quite long ago!
But NO, Oh God, You murdered them!
just could NOT deserve to die!
Your deeds are oh so sadly written
that Bible, that crazed lie
showing there for all to see
full of good folks, morally,
whom you sickly
and even Your Own Son, You slashed!
It's all YOUR
Fault, You know it is,
to make us thus condemned to sin!
no matter what we do,
however many deeds, You spew
them out as
dross, as filthy rags,
We give our produce! "But it drags
dirt", You whine. "No win!"
Despite what works we enter in.
Yes, it's just YOUR Fault, oh my,
That we who work, and REALLY
are nonetheless condemned to die,
while others, ho! who
can "just believe", and they're okay?
What God are YOU?
"No God", we say!
Oh Yes, You Love us: Your Fault, Too!
we ask such love from You?
A Love that kills, and love that
so to get What? Sweet Heaven's claims?
You murder every soul:
SO, now: who should worship YOU?!
one! we say because
We know more than You do, that's why!
deserving, We Who TRY!
We know science, we know law,
We can reason,
and we claw
up the ladder, hardy, working
embracing EVERY faith,
ones which YOU would call too "low":
see? We're GOOD!
But YOU whine "NO!"
Every turn we take YOU mock us,
and when we
turn wrong, you "clock" us;
ticketing our every wrong,
but oh, those
"saved" can vilely throng
quite happily through Heaven's gates!
kind of Love, awaits?
None! though we have worked for YOU!
rubbed raw, with twisted cue,
marred in soul, with skin sinew,
not a hope of payment due?!
It's all YOUR Fault, God, yes
that we're poor, and sick, and needy
that we don't have jobs
that greed/gain no one disparages;
that we count our
works before You;
clamouring that we won't adore You
if you don't
reply in kind
to fit the standards in OUR mind.
You see how
clear Your Judgement Stands?
We work and slave, yet YOUR
remain "Unpaid!" by bloodstained hands
We serve mankind! yet
no one lands
to get your Praise, or even "Thanks"
for serving those
You made, in ranks.
How cruel You are, Yes! It's Your
That You would make a Christ, a Tree,
all beaten-tola: only
suffices Your Mad Comedy;
You rule all our good deeds,
We cannot add a single share?
Of our own sweat and moral
To Cross or Crown? "No, NOT a Hair!"
You throw us all away?
How DARE You make salvation free!
You castrate all morality!
Now those who cannot make amends,
They go to
Heaven, brothers, friends,
but we who slave like Martha, Saul,
left locked shut in Hellish thrall!
And they who worked not,
while we sweated, tired, crazy,
They're rewarded, we
We who prayed so LONG, are shot!
They who but beat breasts
are now so OH! So finely dressed?!
But we who built
goods for mankind,
sure that You MUST bless such, mind,
with NO drop of water!?
It's YOUR Fault! THAT is the
Why d'You make us? Why so cruel?
Why no "sign", but
Why the rule to learn the Book?
Does it feed folks?
Catch a crook?
What's with all these verses, then,
which make sense
certainly not to beast nor men,
so many WORDS! not
works of gold!?
What good are words, when we grow old?
It's ALL Your Fault, oh my!
That words you give us as reply!
belly's filled by verses, pray?
Do verses heal, and pain allay?
verses make men nice and holy?
Do they Please Your Sadist's Ear?
they satiate You wholly?
Though we're hungry, crushed with care?
must LOVE these Words but please:
do they make good recipes?
CHOOSE WORKS! Our egos need it!
We don't care that He did bleed:
all His fetters to our hocks;
and WE will show You goodly
We will cheat a little, yes, but
We will have our
YOU MUST ACCEPT IT! We Insist!
Or You are not OUR
From freedom that you give to others,
with no Works? Thou shalt give well, if
us, are sent to Hell!
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