I was looking through my stuff and found some old poems from 2012. This poem was written in the style of “‘Twas The Night Before Christmas.”
‘Twas the day after rapture, and life still went on.
Morality was here, but the Christians were gone.
There churches stood empty and neglected from care,
But it was only their dreams that rose through the air.
Selfish and lazy, they neglected their kin,
For they had a redeemer to absolve their sin.
Yet, I had an epiphany for what was ahead,
And I knew that organized religion was dead.
Could it have been when Camping began all the chatter
When I took to the internet to make fun of the matter?
Or I think maybe it was the Archdioceses
That let the abusers do as they please.
But then, maybe it was the Westborro Hags,
Who proclaim to the world that their God hates them kinds of folks.
Or it might be the folks from James Town,
Or in the punch bowl where their children were drowned.
Or was it in Waco where God’s love did turn
And with Koresh that the Gospel did burn?
Or was it Jeffs and his polygamous kin
That dug into God’s soul and did God’s love in?
But is it a sin? Is it hypocrisy
When a child of God is what I wish to be?
I wish and I dream for a kingdom in the sky
That is loving and kind and calling me nigh.
A little old man with a white beard and white coat
Who can float on a cloud as if it were a boat.
My life would be leisure for mine enemies he’d tame
As he shouted like thunder, “The lord God is my name!”
But Hindus, and Buddhists, and Taoists, and Sikhs,
And Muslims, and Jews just miss what he speaks.
The Christians are saved, but the rest have to fall.
So walk away, waste away, burn away all!
It seems to me that the kingdom of God
Is unbelievably small and insufferably odd.
Religion should be beautiful, saintly and strong.
Not used like a mask to hide who does wrong.
I think it happened when I was the age of twelve
When I learned not to believe in magic and elves.
The Lord’s light is a mist to disguise the truth,
And faith is lacking without any proof.
But God took his Gospel and clenched tight his teeth
As the halo encircled his head like a wreath.
God yanked his strong arms, and his kingdom was gone.
Lacking God’s guidance, the whole world moved on.
Did anyone need God’s existence on this Earth?
There is still love, charity and wonder in his dearth.
Or did God wink his eye and give a twist of his head
To let the world know we have nothing to dread?
So there is no need to pray. Just go straight to work.
Don’t live life as a criminal, and don’t be a jerk.
Give a beggar some money, and look him in the eyes.
Who needs the rapture when one wants to rise?
There is no more room, for God’s kingdom is nigh,
Are we relegated to suffer in hell when we die?
I say, don’t look on the end of life with dread.
There is no heaven or hell when you die your just dead!