The atheist glared down on the city below
And asked himself “whatever went wrong?
The healers are killing, the bankers are robbing
While the preachers just all played along”.
Alone on that rock, he could now see it all,
A wall of leaders with devious faces,
How good is now bad and wrong is now right
And truth and lies have changed places.
From cathedrals, he harked to the loud tolling bells
Rung by paedos in the pulpits within
As they ordered the faithful to follow the word
Of the now-blackmailed glib politicians.
“Trust the science” the scientists called to the masses
“Safe and effective”, the media lied
They fiddled the numbers again and again
As the children around them died.
Mothers bore babies that had died in the womb
A thousand athletes dropped dead on the field
Women shook like marionettes
While leaders sought more power to wield.
“Fuck you to hell”, the atheist roared
As he forced his emotions down to low gear,
“My sentiments too”, said a voice from behind
From a man who had suddenly appeared.
The atheist gaped, he was alone on this hill
How could this fella just erupt from the land
“Got you thinking”, the vision grinned in reply
As he shook the atheist’s hand.
“It’s OK, I know what you’re thinking” he smiled,
and the apparition jerked his thumb in the air.
“This has gone long enough” he declared,
there are one or two things to repair.
“You might like to join me. You might like to fight”
As a sword appeared in His hand.
But the atheist just stared as he saw that the man’s
feet were not even touching the land.
“Omigod”, he thought, as he took a step back,
“Precisely” said God, just to show he had heard.
The atheist gaped and shuffled his feet.
He was now at a loss for words.
“Forget theology. Forget all the hymns.
Sung by fools who cannot read signs.
You’ve done unto others as I prescribed
and that is my bottom line”.
“Here, My son, is your weapon of choice
As He placed a crowbar unto his hand.
But the atheist stared at his favourite tool
What fight? he could not understand.
God rolled his eyes and let out a sigh,
He could see He was moving too fast,
For this ordinary man with his ordinary mind,
So He adopted the words of the past.
“There’s smiting to be done. There’s death to be wrought,
And the evil must all fry in hell.
The faithful have truths once again to be taught.
And I know you can do this so well”.
The atheist now understood his position,
rejecting clerics, he still kept The Word
Here was a God that he could accept
Whose message was yet to be heard.
He raised his crowbar in silent salute
For the battle that they soon would share
But realised the earth was no longer afoot
He and God were poised in the air.
“It’s time” roared God as he pointed his sword
As smiting time was declared,
And he and the atheist traversed the earth,
Leaving a trail of mangled and dead.
Pulpit paedos screamed in the aisles
While journo’s hands burst into flames
The Wall Street canyon ran rivers of blood.
The City of London, the same.
Doctors and nurses were slaughtered by God
Syringe needles stabbed in their eyes
While the atheist clobbered the glib politicians
And struck party men until they died.
With a wave of His arm and a nod of His head
God captured the rich CEOs
And they shrieked as they flew from the tops of their towers
To their deaths in the streets far below.
Then came the turn for Big Pharma barons
To pay for their planned democide;
Though they drove to the South and flew to the East
They found there was nowhere to hide.
God fed them poisons that burned from within
Thus inventing eternal combustion
While demons dragged them all down to hell
To the atheist’s deep satisfaction.
At last the atheist discovered his prey
Rupert Murdoch, protected by guards
As God appeared and leaned on his sword.
And flicked the soldiers apart.
“So you thought you were powerful,
You set your sights high, as this planet’s numero one.
Well, welcome to hell, you arrogant fool
Try spontaneous combustion”.
Still disbelieving, and aloof to the end
Murdoch rose on his bloodstained throne
“Security, kill the intruders” he cried,
Then realised he was now all alone.
Smoke began to pour from his ears
And his flesh was cooked until rare
His eyes glowed red and his clothing caught fire
And his screams filled his stench in the air.
As the ground opened up
the flames of hell began to caress his Zionist skin
A million demons screamed in delight
As they gleefully dragged him in.
As devils arrived with shackles of fire
And more guilty were transported to hell.
A tempest arrived and washed away blood;
mRNA equipment as well.
At last it was over and by his best calculation
the atheist figured his favourite tool
had bludgeoned a million politicians to death
All the AMA members as well.
The clouds disappeared and the sun shone again
The atheist and God were alone.
“Thanks for correcting my miscomprehension”,
Said the man in a much-humbled tone.
“No worries”, said God as his sword disappeared
And his feet once again touched the ground.
“Just live your life as you always have done,
and you will be heaven-ward bound”
“Just a message for preachers, My son,
Should any come chanting your way,
Say wealth, cathedrals, and tri-coloured vestments
Are not the God-given Way”.
“Remind them of camels, and of needles to thread,
Of the absence of rich men in Heaven,
That power is a poison and the shortcut to hell,
We do not want to do this again”.
“Thank you, O God” said the once-atheist,
As he memorised this whole new refrain
But God had already vanished from earth.
He was alone on his hill once again.
Then he finally realised.
He knew now for the very first time
That the voices of heart and his conscience
Were God speaking to him all along.
© Copyright Tony Ryan 2022 tonyryan43@gmail.com
Hello from the UK
That was seriously good and true, thank you very much.
A much needed rebuke of my people, "Christianity". I've made more atheist friends during COVID than I've ever had prior, and I no longer parochially bash them for their beliefs. Its awful lonely standing up against both tyranny and their tyrannical followers until you realise God has been there all along.
Psalm 73.