What would Jesus do,
With this atheist crew?
Demand they be slain,
For not praising his name?
Call upon his flock,
Asking that they be shot?
Could it be true…
Is that what he’d do?
Hear the screams and the wails
As your dogmas collapse!
Desperate rage rolling out
When atheists attack!
Where to turn, who to call,
For a way to refute
All the biblical truths
That these haters dispute?
All good Christians take heed
There’s a ‘war’ against God,
You may have the numbers
But I don’t like your odds!
And gauging by the rage
With which you’ve responded!
It would seem your faith, too,
Has now all absconded!
So you spew bile so vile,
With a hatred so pure,
So desperate for all
Of your myths to endure!
Losing the true message
The tenets you cling too,
To lash out at those who
Believe different than you do,
And ask for inclusion;
Equality; respect!
Which you all interpret
As an attack so direct,
So base and reviled,
That it warrants death threats.
No other cheek turned;
No forgive, no forget!
What would Jesus do,
With this atheist crew?
Demand they be hanged,
For all doubting his fame?
Call on his masses,
To commit these trespasses?
Could it be true…
Is that what he’d do?
For decades you have pushed
At this separation.
To sink your claws deeper
Into a scared nation.
Pouncing on each weakness,
Every seam being stressed.
And yet when we push back
It’s all you who’re oppressed?
You breathe fire and brimstone
On those who dare question,
Thinking of their free will
As acts of aggression.
Resorting to the worst,
Most extreme behavior,
Speaking through violence
Unlike your dear savior!
When atheists attack
You lose all decorum.
They punch holes in your base
Still you just ignore ‘em.
No more time for mere words
Now it’s time for action,
Leveraging threats against
All those gaining traction,
Those seeking to uphold
The state set division,
As you’re all attempting
To get it rewritten.
You let your frustrations
Take these aggressive tones
Resigned to just always
Be casting these stones…
What would Jesus do,
With this atheist crew?
Demand they be bled,
And then ask for their heads?
Call upon his flock,
Saying curb stomp the lot?
Could it be true…
Is that what he’d do?
Just look at your savior
Then just look at yourselves.
Your his image made flesh?
Do you know what that tells?
It tells us he’s prideful!
Tells us he’s run by wrath!
Tells us he’s ignorant…
And he’s quite proud of that!
Tells us he’s a bigot
In such large scale and scope,
That his kind of compassion,
Leaves us with little hope!
But one thing is quite clear
If the Christ myth was true,
He would never behave
The way that you all do!
(01/16/12)