"I don't want to..."
"Eat it you little bugger!
It's the body of Christ."
I stared at the wafer for a moment,
as the pastor bent towards my tongue
Stale, age old rituals
All of these expectations
I guess I'm not ready
to eat the dead
you fucking weak
minded cannibals.
But I washed it down
nonetheless until I was
drunk on your lies and
your need to control
the poor, but now...
I will eat you instead.
My strength is the 'word'
My sword is your 'greed'
My mind is the darkness
swallowing all of your needs.
When you die, there is
only space and a new light
When you pass you will
find not a golden heaven,
to gorge your fat bellies
with friends, and riches.
No, you are in for a surprise
because you are far too lazy
yet for enlightenment, so
when you die, few of you
will find a safety net.
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Written January 29th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- God is Dead by Glacian.
500 points, ended October 1, 2004, 17 entries
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Ha - I especially liked the beginning parts of this, the things the priest or whoever says, and your reaction. I think it would be an excellent introduction for the rest of a short story or essay. I think Bohb's absurd comments are a bit insightful though. You seem to caustically attack any notion of following through with the rituals you're forced to, yet you allow that some (by implying otherwise) may find a safety net or something of that nature, after all. I think this would have more impact on a reader if you didn't give the "opposition" (the cannibal bastards) any leeway at all.
Since my contest was open for anything god-based, with Nietzsche sort of as the figurehead of it all, I think this did capture the essence of the contest, seeing as Nietzsche himself was vehemently opposed to Christianity as it was in practice in his day. Oh, and one more thing, was the "need-greed" rhyme intentional or not? The rest of this didn't rhyme, I was just wondering. Thanks for entering my contest...next time try to enjoy your crackers and grape juice. It's not that bad...though if it were my religion, i'd make everyone drink beer and eat burritos. -
Yeah, I never saw much point to the oyster crackers and grape juice they gave me at church... what's that supposed to symbolise? Are you sure? Yeah, I don't need no stinking church. Maybe I just need to try a different one... in fact, I shall. And won't you all be surprised...
Hey, what's up with you eating Christians, anyway? Hoping to gain something through that ingestion? Hm... -
I think half(well maybe less) is the kick I get from bohbs comments...
Humorous and honest.... I spent my childhood years with a bunch of babtist fundalmentalists... screwed my head up for years...lol. Hell, I'm still a little confused as far as religion goes... seems I've found reincarnation to make the most sense... So, yeah, I'm rambling.... point being this touched a lovely nerve
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It Ends (right here, right now)
Yah, I agree with NaughtyGrlRed - I liked the fact that it ended too. I wasn't as gratified, perhaps, as she was - eager to charge into the next parade of verbosity that passes as art in these hallowed halls of sexual depravity, but yah, I was moderately happy I wouldn't spend half the night reading about salvation because it weighs heavy on my soul these days.
And Oh! The bloated body of Christ. Shroud of Turin. Note Christ and Turin both have the sequence of "ri" in the centre of the word. Coincidence? I think not. Masterbation, by the way, does not generate x-ray radiation, so I think the Catholics can rule that out. Yah, I was waterboy for the scientific team that analyzed the pope's coat for female DNA, but I'm not sure what the findings were - I got drunk during the crucial part and made out with some renegade ninja nuns who were in the bodyguard detail.
And I could, you know, go on about the symbolic eating of the priest and the "swallowing all of your needs", but I think you know where THAT would go and we just don't wanna take that bus ride right now, do we? Some symbolic gestures are best left metaphorically alone.
I find it interesting you even allow for some to "find a safety net" - where in the name of Sweet Jesus did that come from? Do you believe after all? Or am I simply groggy from lack of sleep? Or maybe I'm just paying too damned much attention to the words when I should just be glad it's ended.
Good write, rabid and rageful, but that net catches you in the end leaving me confused and disoriented. I am gorged, metaphorically speaking, on the bloated body Christ. Thank you for sharing. Too bad you weren't passing out some of that sacred wine, because I could have really got going then...
Edited on Jan 29, 4:14 because 'More spiritual needs'. -
wow, what a striking peice, i think the end is what gratifies me the most about it
Edited on May 15, 9:21 p.m. because ''.
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