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Blowing off steam
Jun. 8th, 2006 11:29 pmFor those of you keeping track:
Before our empty and Godless mockery of liturgy on Sunday we gather together to throw money at the chosen few, forsaking all others, and to prostrate ourselves in veneration of a suicidal sinner as if he were the greatest of the Saints.
All present themselves in a shadow of the finery of the day to recieve blood money and the final testaments to the lives of long-forgotten ghosts.
We are told we are being awarded when we have accomplished nothing while those who serve, who are bright and kind and moral are looked over that the passing glory of this world might be given to those whose skill and contribution to their fellow man amount to an ability to play with a ball, or, of greater glory still, a black rubber disk.
If you know the right people, play the right sport, impress the right members of the faculty, and if you have been an idolater, offering your blood and sweat and soul at the ancient altars of the dark gods called Grades, to be rewarded only by capricious and vein letters on crumbling paper, Amen I say unto you ye shall inherit the Earth.
And the rest of you be damned.
I confess to Almighty God, to Blessed Mary, ever virgin, to the Apostles, Peter and Paul, to Holy Michael the Archangel, and to all the Martyrs whose blood went to convert the world from idolatry, that we have made unto ourselves graven images to worship, know as report cards, and that their cult destroys children in ways that bombs and rapes and tortures cannot, and that I have co-operated with this evil. Therefore I beg all you holy men and women to pray for me to the Lord, our God.
Before our empty and Godless mockery of liturgy on Sunday we gather together to throw money at the chosen few, forsaking all others, and to prostrate ourselves in veneration of a suicidal sinner as if he were the greatest of the Saints.
All present themselves in a shadow of the finery of the day to recieve blood money and the final testaments to the lives of long-forgotten ghosts.
We are told we are being awarded when we have accomplished nothing while those who serve, who are bright and kind and moral are looked over that the passing glory of this world might be given to those whose skill and contribution to their fellow man amount to an ability to play with a ball, or, of greater glory still, a black rubber disk.
If you know the right people, play the right sport, impress the right members of the faculty, and if you have been an idolater, offering your blood and sweat and soul at the ancient altars of the dark gods called Grades, to be rewarded only by capricious and vein letters on crumbling paper, Amen I say unto you ye shall inherit the Earth.
And the rest of you be damned.
I confess to Almighty God, to Blessed Mary, ever virgin, to the Apostles, Peter and Paul, to Holy Michael the Archangel, and to all the Martyrs whose blood went to convert the world from idolatry, that we have made unto ourselves graven images to worship, know as report cards, and that their cult destroys children in ways that bombs and rapes and tortures cannot, and that I have co-operated with this evil. Therefore I beg all you holy men and women to pray for me to the Lord, our God.
