A Saturday Sermon

[Scales]

You may find this offensive, not that I care. You might also like it, in which case, comment me on my boredom writing skills.

Your charlatans all stand on stage like brilliant actors playing scholars. Humble, wise, old men who have all the answers, they must be right. There is no need for the congregation to question, this is the book, this is the way. The pulpit like a shield, a cross on the front, the symbol of truth. Beautiful light coming in from the stained glass, and the voices of every brainwashed 'soul' in uniform ringing brilliantly to fill the void where there should be some sort of god. Won't you give the root of all evil, for such a humble production?

It's all truth. Even though 'the way' was ripped from the Native Americans who we forced into baptism, even though the Trinity is a non-existent manifestation not even present in the bible- sort of like the reality in our preachers. Do not communicate with the dead, but pray to Jesus Christ's corpse, he loves you. Build a pretty, renovated church on every street, and let them rival and shake the community into contest for who can create the most vivid imaginary god. Feed the sinners with guilt as they pass down the street each Sunday! A exterior and interior renovated, beautiful church on every street, while our sole community center in every town and village rots as the years pass by.. the perfect plan.

Let crime and darkness rise as it is fortold in the perfect plan. Let the years crack the streets and sidewalks, and let the buildings go abandoned. Let our fellow human beings fall into drugs, suicide, and personal hells, all part of a divine plan. They have imaginations and personality traits that do not correlate with our extraordinary original religion, that has been copied into billions of books, and forced upon the world's throat. Lets suck they're blood, suck them dry and get the science out.

Lets let religion justify putting the young into our wars; then while they are dying together, while families cry at funerals, we can sit in suits at dinner parties, sipping fine alcohol, and debate whether or not it was the right thing to do. Lets separate everything into good and evil, and create a tunnel of ignorance and fear. Anyone who dares stand against us is of the devil, one who asks questions is a demon, and the one who would attack our shared goal of infantilism with crafted secular intelligence, a plausible anti-christ.