For God's Sake

God’s a start-up — a rather bad one, at that

The first one men ever made.

Founded by fear, scaled through manipulation,

Funded by desperation and generational stupidity.

God’s a start-up built on crowdfunding,

Selling the hope of a service that never was, and never will be.

A subscription model with no refunds,

A business plan so vague that even the venture capitalists could never quite decipher the nuances of it, because bullshit gets you to places, logic and reason never could

If you really come to think of it,

God’s not even a start-up —

It’s the world’s first Ponzi scheme

The only one that never got busted.

A pyramid scheme where the self-appointed favourites got riches, palaces, and power,

While the rest just knelt, waiting for returns on investment.

But then, you wonder — what if God was real?

What if God heard me say this?

What if he’s been sitting up there,

Just waiting to serve me his vengeance,

Dead and cold, like divine fine dining?

Well… years and years of praying, begging and bargaining, didn’t get me his attention.

And if one day of questioning him does

Who’s really winning?

Because something is better than nothing.

Something speaks of possibilities;

Nothing just shuts the door behind.

God’s not real.

You know how I know that?

If God was real,

And God made men,

He would be sick and tired of men selling him —

On the streets, and in the sheets

For money, for ballots, for sex, for power, and every pathetic in-between.

If God was real, I’d be one of the few on his side

Not because I believe in him,

But because I refuse to be the one selling his ass for profit.

If God was real, religion wouldn’t exist.

If God was real, the world would be atheist.