Thursday, January 4, 2024

The Bloody Hands of Saints.



The threshold of faith is doubt; the precise moment the fairytale needs a speck of someone else's blood. To keep it alive. A sacrifice of sorts. To the godless God of all religions.

Every religion has a ceremonial water element; the washing of hands. The bloody hands of saints.

I'm thankful to God, if he exists, for denying me a mother but making me an atheist. Its a trade only a higher benevolent being could bestow on a human.