Destroy The Conduit

The flow by which
They claim your moral compass
Forms…

The channel we tune into,
So we remember to behave.

Jesus

The pipeline to our eternal father

Who sits; HIGH

Super Nova like heroine thumping into his collapsed veins…

And LOOKS low..

All the way down to the lowest ones,
Those pronounced dead
Before birth

The image of
Their cancer
Their AIDS
Their bullet wound to the head

Things never hidden from him….

In heaven, he’s a fucking hero.

Here on Earth, he’s a fucking accessory

Crimes against

EVERYTHING
And
EVERYONE
EVERYWHERE…

Why hasn’t he been arrested?

My pipeline..

This Jesus?

With his sticky finger followers
Filling their pockets with earthly money
For a heavenly cause..

From golden chariots
To chauffeur driven
special/limited edition
Expensive cars
Fit for Kings

All gifts from their conduit.

He who represented them
In the heavenly realm

He who shed his blood
On an old rugged cross,
on that dark Friday night

So that we can feel good about
Ourselves.

Satisfied with what we see
In the mirror.

Justified in the killings of thousands

Represented by our conduit,
Our pipeline.

The man who stands in between
You and the great wizard behind the curtain.

Who never shows his face

Because that would ruin the philosophy of FAITH…

Faith takes ignorance to believe

Ignorance takes blindness to achieve

Salvation is yours to receive

If only you go through your conduit..

Not the man dressed in all black?

Speaking through the spiritual filter?

Not even willing to make admitions of his own guilt?

But capable of obtaining your clearance into a highly guarded facility in the sky…

The Pearly Fort Gates

Where the only knocking done is
By the oppressed
The depressed
Who have repressed
A majority of the religious stress

Through the conduit
They confess.

Willingly giving up
The possibility for any kind of rest

Sold on lies of
Eternal games of chess

With a master designer

The father of our
Conduit…

©DLP2012

The Great Seal

The mesmerizing erosion that has become of our thinking; of our existence; of out be[ing].

Self-identified as the descendants of “super-natural entities”.

We behave unnaturally towards one another..

Unpleasantly thinking the OTHER should burn in HELL for an eternity, having the gumption to believe [diff]erently than you; or perhaps LACK [be]LIE-f of any kind.

You scowl at the heathens
Persecute THEM!
Torch the houses of the INFIDELS!

You NEVER hesitate to execute the COMMANDS that YOU-r “super-natural father in heaven has instructed!

Yes, the children must die too…

I wonder how many?
Gone by way of “heavenly command”?!

I/we could never know;
As we speak the numbers have grown by quite possibly the thousands…

Now thats worth thanking god for, not being some innocent Syrian child helping mommy with the laundry when a bomb hit us out of no where…

By the hands of those living out prophetic revelation..

ALL ALONE in private crawl spaces
Naked waste down; [feeding themselves] to their devout pupils like carnivorous vultures.

We are still COPING
STILL coming to ((grips)) with this
[intention]al delusion..

Fuck Santa & his stupid flying reindeer
You watched as I clinched onto the curtains tightly, just [hope]ing; [wish]ing; [pray]ing….

“please dear Jesus, let me just catch one glimpse of his shiny sleigh..”

You watched on, as we prayed to a super-natural god about a fairy-tale Saint name Nick.
Who like priests, also seems to love being surrounded by weaker, more gullible children…

You sat me on his knee..
You watched as he bounced me up and down..

Ever since sex offenders had to start registering, I bet the number of Christmas Santas fell at alarming rates…
That scary looking rabbit,
And that finger nail sized fairy that creeps its way under my pillow…

Looky here, she left me a crispy $1 bill with the face of a man who
Didn’t buy into the LIE
He was candid about his secularism!

They HONOR his memory with “In God We Trust” forever piercing the back of his brain.

NOW is the time to EXAMINE your money

KNOW what every symbol and EVERY line means.

Let truth be your feline acquisition.

MDCCLXXVI on the very bottom of the pyramid.

Right now you are probably noticing THE EYE!

I’M BUSY NOTICING THE VILLAGE LEFT IN RUINS OFF IN THE DISTANCE….

©DLP2012