Who Asked You To? By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I see that pretentious smile, knowing all the while
It’s your justification, not a relation, to feel superior
What is this morbid fascination with blood letting
You condemn the blood rituals of animal sacrifice

Isn’t that nice, but yet your hero, all powerful
Didn’t have to put on this show, this parlor trick
Yet you claim on a stick, he got stuck, in the side
And of this torture you take pride, I fail to see why

This display in the way he dies, 4 or 5 liters of blood
The legend claims drained him dry. Nice try
But this I can’t buy, and rigor mortis would be why
That is what happens 6 to 8 hours after the demise

Let me also attend to this notion, that someone else
Gets to decide for me who I do or don’t forgive
No, you do not. I will never value revenge
For that is not justice, that just is anger

However, I can choose to walk away
By my own say, and never see that person again
No, you will not take that away from me
I have my own autonomy, you don’t speak for me

And the gall to call it a sacrifice
When you don’t stay dead, instead
You had a little pin prick, an illusion
To bring attention to yourself

Creepy to me, that you’d follow me around
Like a stalker, pretend to kill yourself
And keep calling me after I tell you to stop
Make me want to call the cops

Like I am some celebrity like John Lennon
Selena, Christina Grimmie, or maybe, I am supposed to be
Your Francine Hughes for you to abuse
Or maybe you are Jodie Arias. If I choose to leave
You’ll give me no reprieve, if I insist, I’m on your list

Or maybe you are a cosmic John List, I’ve seen your work
You did so well stopping Hitler and Stalin, expect me to fall in
You thought that dozen roses you call Jesus
That promise not to beat us ever again, would work?

Nice little break you took from the Old Testament
You sacrifice your son, yet at the end of the book
You couldn’t find a more humane way to make yourself clear?
You think I am deaf and cannot hear? I don’t want you near.

You are a sociopath, a psychopath always on the warpath
You warned me? You beat me because you love me?
How does eternal torture show love, that is no dove
That is what a bully does when they want power
That is you watching me every second every hour

This horrible monster these sales people proclaim
Smile like they work at Baskin Robins, giving me the scoop
Want me to jump through their hoop, stuck on a loop
Circular reasoning, with pretty seasoning, self imposing
Willful ignorance to gain your confidence

And lead you to be fleeced, the sheepdog needs
Reward and praise, for all the wool made
Oh and isn’t it funny, how Jesus always needs money
For his glorious daddy, himself, and preacher’s wealth
What kind of mental health relies on an act of torture?

Who asked you to? No, I don’t mean the God you claim
I mean you, the mortal, claiming to be some magical portal
With a Bat Phone, ET phone home, Lassie come home
I must believe when in Rome, I wish of Constantine
That he had been quarantined with Nicene Christianity

Preventing the dark age insanity, Martin Luther
The antisemite, the Inquisitions, the Witch Hunts
Who asked you to knock on my door to sell this lore
This horror story, the bible is gory, dashing babies
Against rocks, Philistine foreskins, for a dowery lot

Who asked you, to speak for all women, especially men
Since when did we become the Afghani Talban
When did you decide in a free land for book bans
I’ve read your bible, it needs a content warning
But unlike you, I wouldn’t be burning or banning

Who asked you to, force your morals on me
Based on a book written in antiquity, a book
That teaches you the rules on slavery
A book that treats women like property
I see you seething for my not believing

I see your pretentious smile, knowing all the while
It is your justification, not a relation, to feel superior
I don’t want your ice cream, your cult of blood letting
My reason is my vetting, and Pascal’s Wager isn’t betting
It is the sun setting, on this fictional son you are petting

Who asked you to? As if he would need your help
To do his work. Funny that an all powerful being would shirk
Seems he has this uncanny quirk, of hide and seek
But lucky me, you’re the one to see, and be my angel
It’s just an angle, to mask your fear of being finite.
(end)

I cannot state this enough. This poem is not aimed at liberal theists in malice. For my liberal theist friends I just want you to think about the God character being to me, like a character in a movie or a book of fiction. It is no attack on your human right to exist, just a mere point of view to get you to consider my logic.

However, this is a direct blasphemy intentional offending of the bullies on the far right who continue to show they are willing to abandon all pluralism, all science, and the human rights of females and minorities. I make no compunction in saying, if your God tells you to hate people and harm people your God is a monster.

I don’t need saving. I find it funny that an all powerful God would need a marketing department and public relations department. It would seem you don’t need to advertise and sell if he is all powerful. It would seem to me that would mean he could do his own work. I would say with all the spotty results either he is lazy, malicious, or simply does not exist. But under no circumstances can you ever expect me to bow to threats. I would never worship a God like that.

Notes on the poem. Francine Hughes was an abused spouse who burned her husband alive. Her story was made into a movie called “The Burning Bed”.

Selena was a Hispanic pop star whose fan murdered her.

Christina Grimmie was a rock singer who was murdered just minutes after leaving a venue in Orlando.

Jodie Arias murdered her boyfriend in the shower.

John List murdered his entire family back in 1971 and was featured on the crime show “America’s Most Wanted” in the 1980s.

And we all know about Beatle John Lennon.

The point was to demonstrate that this alleged God will treat you well until the slightest slip up and then beat you and then pretend to apologize knowing he’s going to do it again. And try to leave him? Forget it, if God cant have you, then you are subject to eternal torture. That is not corrective justice, that is revenge.