The Messiah

For centuries upon centuries it has been prophesied –

A solution to the ruin of humankind;

A resolution to a history of misery;

The absolution and the retribution we cannot find.

Throughout the ages a story of salvation has been proliferated and passed from generation to generation.

It’s a story of the end of our oppression and mourning;

A story of glory;

A story of a hero that will rescue us as the human race from our calamitous and disastrous state.

In the doctrines of the ancients there is a prospect of hope-

The idea that we can be cured of our woes.

Fuck your messiah.

Fuck Allah.

Fuck Mohammed.

Fuck God.

Fuck Jesus Christ.

Before man’s knowledge that the earth was round it was written.

In books that condone the subjugation of women it was written.

In revelations and predictions there’s a promise written by an ancient hand that we will be free from our sickness.

And be free of a will that would choose to destroy and exploit and betray and enslave.

It must be the knowledge of good and evil in our brain.

But I guess mankind had that knowledge before the fruit was eaten or else he would not have disobeyed.

We all need something to look forward to.

It’s to oppressive and depressing to accept that there will never be peace on earth for us or our descendants.

Life is to melancholy.

We need some intervention.

The holocaust wasn’t enough to summon his arrival.

How vexatious, repulsive, repelling, and vile does life need to be for your messiah

to come down and alleviate the human race of its suffrage and trials?

The messiah works in mysterious ways which is why he did not intervene to stop the fucking slave trade.

Or maybe the messiah’s just a fiction of our desperate longing to alleviate affliction.

The messiah is our refusal to accept that life will never be without heartbreak and distress.

And I have nothing but contempt for your downright lies.

There is no salvation for humankind.