My God

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“Grin” – Hamnett Place Park and Ride – Wilkinsburg, PA – This computer is on the fast track to taking a big ol’ shit in the bed… I’m working on the funds to replace and upgrade… Please bear with me as I whore myself out like a cheap prostitute to make this happen… Should only be a couple weeks…

 

Three abandoned houses lined up in a row…
Oh how the mighty have fallen…
Nothing we create is infinite…
Everything we destroy is wasted…
We are all wasted… We are all crops…
We grow in a field sprayed by Monsanto cops…
We are all GMO’s…

Government Modified People…

We work in labor camps for the better part of 60 years…

They tell us to have babies… Why?.. More money…
Tell us to work hard… Why?.. More money…
Tell you and I we need to serve our country… Why?.. We don’t…
We are all children of this earth…
We are born of it… And we will die back into it…
Jesus.. God… The Earth… Or just little old me?..
Is God even something we were meant to see?..

For me… I have had way too many of those… Moments…
Moments when I know I’m not alone…
Moments when I need to talk… But no ones on the phone…
Moments when I am ready to give up… Throw in the towel…
Step out of bounds instead of put up with the foul…

There has to be someone… Something divine…
Maybe its the sun through the cloudy spring shine…

Either way… I choose to believe… And I believe in my own thing…

My God is not necessarily a guy…
My God is not afraid to tell a lie…
My God would never turn his back…
My God would always have my back…
My God would kick the shit out of your God…
The Living shit I tell you…

I’m not sure how I can emphasize this any more

“MY GOD WOULD KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOUR GOD!”

Why?.. Because there is room in this world for more than one God…
There is room on this planet for more than one opinion…

Any religion that claims to be the one… Is not the one for me…
Most religions won’t let you be what you want to be…
I am of the earth… And someday… I hope to return…
But not in a coffin… Not cased in cement…
To me… That is hell… That is not what was intended…
We were meant to return to the soil…
Ashes to ashes… Dust to dust…
We are all little pieces of planet Earths crust…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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