christians parade about, puffed up like overfed, grease-painted clowns, obscenely distorted figures in oversized shoes that squeak and squawk with each delusional step they take. the hypocrisy drowns me in a putrid sea of stale popcorn and cheap tricks, where they throw pies of false kindness only to hide the rotten truth underneath their ridiculous costumes. the very essence of their belief is a grotesque carnival act that leaves a stench more nauseating than a decomposing worm writhing in the depths of despair, a wretched creature feasting on its own corruption while masquerading as a beacon of hope! how the derelict agony of their hollow songs fills the air, shrill and grating, like a rusty boiler on the verge of collapse, grasping for a reason to scream, yet all it can manage is a wheezy croak that echoes the futility of their devotion. the agony and pain seep from the cracks in their clownish faades, as they juggle the absurdities of faith and reason - watch them slip on their own banana peels of dogma, the pies of their faith exploding across their faces like the sour stench of regret! how pitiful they are, juggling empty promises and bubbling prayers. each laugh echoes with the irony of their plight, each painted smile a mask hiding the sorrow beneath  a carnival of chaos where the only victor is the monstrous machine of delusion! christianity, that bloated beast of contradiction, parades through the streets with its festering lies, laughing while the truth rots away beneath the surface, feeding on the ignorance of the masses, oblivious to the reality crumbling around them. the derelict and agonizing boiler of pain screams out, a siren sound crying for the foolish clowns who cling to their defunct beliefs like lifebuoys in a sea of contradiction. this spectacle of sorrow disguised as hope, this ludicrous circus where the only certainty is the rancid scent of despair, tainting us all with each dismal act. in this grand performance, i refuse to laugh!
Tree Hugger