god job


it was
planned out from
the beginning;

the girls you’d want to fuck
the drugs and booze
your poisons of choice
the hemherroids
the passion for cars
and the fact that you can’t
let yourself believe
in god,
not for an instant:

all programmed by His
divine intuition
into your embryotic cell

while you were still in the petri dish;

you are an experiment

to determine if humanity is
really as stupid and pathetic
as we gather.

if you can’t figure out

- through common sense and reason -

the truth
that god controls your
every second, your
every thought, your
every wet dream, your
denial that he exists,

then we shall have no choice
but to decide
that your kind haven’t measured up
to our expectations,

the asteroids
will come crashing down
for a second time

and He shall retire to his office
to draw up some new blueprints.




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