Life is a weird church

I wonder
wonder so hard
fearless upon waking up on a funeral bed
where I was laying in line to be buried
still alive
still being fed
with all my nails and blood

I wonder
why they made me walk towards the source
but made me return to dust

felt so good to be home

when they again threw me into trash
and I found myself in unfamiliar time dump
recycled rat
clown in a body with arms
eyes
senses
span that always ends in a chase
rope dance
everything you touch tears apart
everything bitter is always on top
comes first
leaves last
while you look for sweetness of eternity
in every breath
instead feral fears hit again
and you never get to stay for your funeral
for a mass of everything that passed you by
life is a 
weird church

 

 

Human help

Why would God Almighty and omnipotent  chose people to help him with creation of his Kingdom on Earth?
Only demon needs human help to manifest.

Mimic

God is a device/mechanism, Demon is an entity that understands the device of God which allows it to pretend to be one.

Demon

Those who understand the nature of God, understand that the idea that God would have a chosen people is a blasphemy and an insult to God’s nature. Only demons playing God would do that and people…any people… by choosing God become untouchable by demonic manipulations, including manipulation of being chosen.
You are the one who choses to live in synchronicity with the nature of God and become its mode in the device.