Of wicked gods and failed religions

“Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.”

Thousands of unique voices whisper all at once, in their mother’s tongue, the holy chants passed on from one generation to another since the beginning of the time. Each a fanatic believer, an owner of a different emotion, directed to the one they idolize, the creator that gave them everything they own.

Some pray out of greed, a few out of gratefulness, and the rest out of misery, in hopes that the great he will reward them with a miracle as a gift, in hopes that the mighty father will end their sufferings in a whim.

As to why wouldn’t I, pray to the father that gave this life to his sons and daughters, the earth his greatest gift, is a mystery, and my words, they sound like blasphemy.

Why?

For I say that the god they believe in is just a figment of their wild imagination, their way of keeping their high hopes alive, desperate tries to banish the fear of the awaiting unknown mysteries. For the book of life, written for his children as a guide for their journey, wasn’t written by him, but rather by a son of his.

As to how, could one, believe the words of an equal as the ones of a holy, higher being, is still unknown to me. But congratulations to him, for he has built a blind society.

Still don’t believe a word I said? Then please enlighten me how could a father allow bloody wars between brothers? Why would a parent allow misfortune happen upon his own precious kids? How would a powerful creator allow the life of his innocent children be taken so easily? How could he just sit and watch, so peacefully?

Unless…

Unless the one who stands upon the skies was bored out of his mind when he created you and me, tired of peaceful planets, for nothing interesting seemed to happen there. So, we were created for the boredom was eating him alive, consuming him bits by bits, our life a mere game for his entertainment only. A planet full of wars, destruction and chaos seemed like the best remedy.

Hell? I’d rather say a repetitive cycle in which you are born and then you die, just to be born again, the most entertaining ones, being the winners rewarded with fortune in their next level, or should I say life?

The creator is sitting comfortably on his throne, observing with a small smile as the walls that you built for your belief fall. Impatiently he is waiting for you to choose, still going to be loyal to your conservative belief, or start fighting for real and keep this game a tad bit interesting?

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