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He spoke to his disciples- Poem

He spoke unto them,


In remembrance of me

create nations with borders.

Secure them from strangers

and banish those who’d dare.


Honor me with your weapons.

Above all else, they are your right.

Surely I tell you,

he who amasses the most swords

lives forever.


Within your walls,

Celebrate wealth

with structures so beautiful

that humans may not

blemish them with their filthy,

unhoused presence.

Poison your rivers and lakes.

Take land to thread with pipes.

For Heaven celebrates

the birth of wealth

and the death of nature.


To the children unborn,

I cherish their first breath. Truly.

Ensure that after their birth

they are ushered into

food banks and dilapidated

School buildings.

Teach them to be agile

lest they perish under a desk.

Help them grieve when their

mothers perish under crushing

Hospital bills.

This delights me greatly.


The queers and unnatural beings,

hunt them down in my name.

Criminalize them with your laws,

for they are an abomination

to my name and creative design.

Expel them from your pews.

Make them feel my disgust

and my exclusive nature.


Furthermore,

Accuse women of hysteria,

do not allow them to speak

for it is blasphemy to consider

the words of bitches or whores.

Cover them up, control their bodies.

They must understand their role

in a balanced society.


Consider yourselves and your wealth

before all others.

When you do all of these things,

it Honors me Greatly.

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