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STUPID TO STOOPED
Intellect and you are locked in confrontation as you ally with stupidity.
From good you discover evil, as vice verse are filled with duplicity.
Claiming within their divinity such miracles as parting seas and walking on water, like that's a normal hike.
Firstly, people can now in part see that's dead in the water and secondly, it sounds like someone is skating on thin ice.
You, the superstitious kind, are truly amongst some of the most to act surreptitiously.
I myself shall now count all I see seeping from this fateful faithful confinement, 1, 2, 3, yep it is a holey trinity.
Evolutionary scientist searching the universe, religiously christen crafts with some deities handle.
They acclaim discovery of a matter that leaves me in the dark as to why they would call it 'The God Particle'.
To believe these scientists I would find myself looking at the heavens searching Gods…
Apollo, Hercules, Orion, Jupiter and Mars, but mind you, not one named Bob.
Religion is an art born of science that manifest ways to attract a mass reduced of self-belief or worth.
Convince them there is 'One' of higher value holding office, only to relay The Almighty's word.
One who cannot be visited in person yet possess, conveniently, the sole direct hotline on this Earth.
Obviously excluding the many other cults that become inflated through commerce.
To discover proof he exist simply except every varied apocryphal vague stories you've not read, just heard.
Allowing for altars authors to alter version, haphazardly, for the consumed to be served.
What popes in their heads when they think to empty either wallet or purse.
For 'His' presence to be purchased in the bricks of buildings labelled 'Church!'
Tender to now and forever amend for thinking of your worth and not 'His' cost first.
I hope that the levy tick cost and not tax families needs kept in reserve.
All religions included I slam that causes adversity.
Carefully I chose my words and not rush these.
Submitted by Hubbsify on September 03, 2020
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