Beings are what they are

And who they are

What gives us the right to interfere?

What great gesture did the gods?

Or whoever grants this species

To play Supreme Being

It is the height of arrogance

To lay claim to that power

Under the guise of knowing better

Or is not better to admit

It just another form of bullying

Over those that have, and those that have not

Whatever it is they have, or do not

Wherein all this does decency and intelligence come in

Never mind civilized and moral behaviour

So that we can feel good enough to run to churches

And proclaim to god how wonderfully good we are

Sitting in them most comfortable seats

Did you ever mention a word of thanks that are seats?

Did you for once say thank you, to that tree, or trees, that provided you this comfort

No you did not, because it wasn’t comfortable, it would have pinched your soul

But if you look at things as mere objects to be cut, needled, butchered, and used

Your convenient soul and the convenient sermon would feel right at home

God has nothing to do, at where you are at, but who you are,

Who you are is not, how, or where you pray to God

But from whom that prayer springs forth

And what it wishes

God is all things, all of them, and if you can’t see that, or honour it with true respect

Why I ask, would he want to hear a prayer of you, or your preacher

Why have you forsaken the least among us, would probably be his reply

Yes that includes every blade of grass, every tree, every steer and deer

And all that is his, which is all, you are allowed to borrow it,

But not to kill or abuses it

He gave you the golden goose, you know the story

But you were greedy, immoral and stupid

You wanted it all right now

You and your bullying cohorts, those lamb and sheep

That will follow anything not taxing their comfort

That comfort soon will become a harsh realty

And the comfortable pew, will be replaced by rock hard earth

Until it spews hells own fire on those seeking forgiveness

From sins, they have not ever, nor ever wanting to give up

The skies will darken and he will admonish

But there will be no Noah’s arc this time

We will be drowning in the sea of garbage of our own making

02/12/2007