Warning: The craziest religious poem ever

A pharaoh with a million gods having children that call themselves gods.
Queens giving birth to naked goddesses direct on dial up, upside down, left to right, oil and whip cream.
This is a direct conversation it may not be all that it seems;
Not everything good is green.
Artist paintings of white and black gods, the money ran out, beg and fall to your knees,
kneel before them for your blessings, jump for joy like flees.
For who is the fool who reads between the lines, for you never read the holy book that many claim is divine.
It tells stories that go from generation to generation, virgins and prophets, ten percent donations. There’s more, don’t give up and don’t turn away, better yet fall on you knees kneel down and pray. Everyone crying their guts out to catch you caught in your sins, let’s all act innocent while criminals wash us with blood and gin.
Suffer to die drinking and smoking your way to perfect peace, liberal judges orphans released. Conservative host fighting with Indians, and cowboys too, somebody save us children raised by the heathen crew.
I hope this wisdom doesn’t have you shook.
Crazy demons being cast out like a fish on a hook.
Careless kings with bloody eyes, laying with woman that feel they have all power to kill ghetto poor babies.
I warned you this religious poem was crazy.
Come with me through the underworld, reborn in the belly,
Don’t reach for me to heal you kiss my sandals, real smelly.
I rise from the womb to see pictures of former Egyptian slaves’ bodies hanging from trees in many different ways.
I cried a thousand tears it was just a phase.
Superstitious...
Innocent blood torched and glazed.
Save us father for we have sinned, cloths hand washed down with gin.
Defiled religious kingdoms that kill rebellious women who yearn for freedom.
The smell of rotten flesh left running from genocide to meet them.
Hungry babies searching for food, lazy no good people acting so rude.
Archangel wings battling with the devil.
Stretched from one room corner to the next.
Oh, how do we stay level?
Rain dances to predict the weather.
Blasphemy as priest lie with little children having sex.
Oh god, please prepare us for what we’re about to see next.
If god speaks through us, why do we call each other names?
Our souls have been tarnished, burning in flames.
Pharaohs and dictators, rivers of blood, humans running to hide, is the end really near?
The jinn and holy saints fighting in a sphere.
Peace as we partake in rituals of darkness and light, are there any miracles in sight?
Colors of rainbows floating from above.
Kneel, debate, rule and speak with might.
There’s power in freedom so put up a fight.
Look deeply in someone’s eyes and you might become weak.
Seeing angels surrounding fighting for thoughts to speak,
Praising while snakes bite at our tunics for days.
Women devouring men’s thoughts to choose in so many ways.
For which one will carry their seed?
Conversations of lust, making men kill with ease.
Who is strong enough to fight for her love?
Beware of this wisdom it grips like a glove.
Floating and buzzing, stinging like a bee.
For if you made it this far you stand like a tree.
You’re like a blind man, feeling his way up a noble ladder, only to fall on his face and watch his eyes splatter.
I just told the craziest religious poem ever, now let’s bow our heads and pray together:
Dear father, as they crucify me for you using me to speak your peace, my soul floats directly into the light to be released.
I let go of my thoughts, my flesh has nothing more to fight.
I look down and watch the world fade from black to white.
Another crazy religious poem in the books.
To prove that all things deserve two looks.
Amen, Amon and Amun.
Thank you, I take a bow and the next poet takes the microphone.
I hear someone in the crowd say, “Damn, that was the craziest religious poem ever.”
The End.