But what nature is God who,
places nameless babies in unwanted wombs,
allowing them to come and pass with little notice,
and punishing their perceived innocence with damnation because dirty dishwater crosses have not been drawn on their foreheads and original sin outweighs death before life?
The poison is pumped into our bodies,
Pulses in our veins, passes through our hearts,
and erodes any connection between body and brain,
beast and beast, earth and heavens,
until we are nothing but the abominations we fear,
and we hear the preacher warn against our wickedness from pulpits...
You will eat in heaven,
But starve on earth.
You will find paradise,
But man's dominion will spoil and rot,
And you will choke on beautiful fruit,
And God's nature will be the cyanide pit caught in your throat.