Introduction-
You know what people don’t often take on for themselves, what
they like about themselves for what they may even love of themselves. Wanting
to seem as like we are not supposed like anything about ourselves in any of
this; so on pretend it goes. There is really no contentious bone I have to pick
with anyone who is Atheist or Agnostic or pagan believing or of non-belief, as
they are living up to the exact requirements of what is required of themselves
in life now: at least for my vision at this moment (my vision may change
tomorrow) they live towards onto what they obey. They have themselves who live
there as to themselves and put it out all what they have as best of themselves
out there. Limited to the flesh to the
body consort that embellishes the chances and whatever that brings to their
lives.
Here is me though a Christian. And I tend to like the
non-Christians more than I like anyone making a claim to God.
Being the fact for my present being in taste supposes onto
God- what his greatness and his wonderful acclaim--- about, that somehow that
with something like him- coming to touch human worthlessness like mine- that
there is some way his greatness would show out of one in some way, something
different than anything else the earth here creates. And believe me I have tried my whole life to
be a blend into all different said being of churches all about me. I took on what mantra for them saying that
they are different, and “that there is something different that we do.” But in turn it always ends up looking like an
ass end show of a dead cow’s ass with flies suckling on its orifice again.
I do not see any difference between the church of supposed
Christians and those who are of no belief about today here. I am a person who
went and was a congregation member among various of churches and not one church
ever- let me have a say for what I believe of God- without my faith being
questioned for my questioning theirs and them ever gaining on a chastised
questioned state of, attain. As I don’t see them ever questioning their faith
at all.
Here is me as subservient to their cause as I wanted them to
be proven right amongst ---even for their wanton of beliefs. Who they of the
contagion that says that Mike is wrong and they are right, and Mike is the one
who is the cause of the problem. Again
nothing solved, again Mike moves on to another church, with no church ever so
here much as questioned. Here maybe I am wrong or too angry or maybe I am an
angry person and should relinquish myself to that fact. And love and mercy
should bear up my infidelity to the truth of all too that fact. As again I am as a Christian the only one
bringing up again; and putting my belief into writing and up for questioning.
Putting my money where my mouth is. Meanwhile the great unquestioned of the
great unquestioned; for their only want, is to exposit across what my anger as
the problem: and there really is nothing else to what I think about Christians
today.
I guess that it is one personal narrative against another’s;
or is there an obvious truth that separates human kind from its wickedness- so
that something like a God can be seen through it? All I know that let me be the
first to say- that I agree a lot with the Atheists and Satanists and such, as
they got good reason to be the way they are for their wants. They have every
right to point a finger at the Christians for Christian’s failure to ever
actually show God to them. As I 100 percent agree with their position
there. As Christians for 99 percent of
them don’t show me God either. As I have the faith to write that in all truth,
my faith is not so weak- where I cannot admit to my total here weakness. Let me
be the Christian that goes behind- while God walks before- for him showing
actual recompense here.
I apologize to the earth for my failures up before this point,
for my actually never showing what I have in the real Christ.
Because if people say that they have something for what they
say is so great. What is the use of having it- if you are not showing it- off? Me
showing others by all phases of your being from your weakness and strength in
here activity that you are 100 percent human, angry, sad, happy, miserable,
vengeful, condemning, mystical believing in sensory; and that God is not just
one thing either, he is of many ways of personality- but for one way of truth
about.
It would be boring or too exciting: if God were/was something
just merciful all the time- with all the crap going on down on earth. There has
to be a balance to everything that we do and known to have done, and it cannot
be all love and roses. Christians have to stop being a bunch of lap dog
slobberers over themselves for their lack of any controversy allowed in their
lives. Controversy for the sake of it- is sin, but controversy for the sake of
God’s here kingdom is a divine command.
Too many Christians don’t want to take on all theirs nor others
horribleness ever really.
Let this book break down the divide between unbelievers and
believers alike and between believers and believers alike.
It is O.K. to be angry.
God is not so weak that he will turn you away for some honest
anger. This book may be simple to some and may be
difficult to others, to read or understand. I try to keep it simple and put it
among difficulty for how I am writing it.
Artistry is what I am shooting for also.
Page 1
~God is dead~
‘Jesus hates (you) and so do I’
Beginning-
Note: Folks I am an artist. And it is time that I start acting
more like one. I am not here to have your beliefs or even my own really to
show. But show an impression of something that comes upon everyone’s life
without maybe you knowing.
Going against my own beliefs; it goes on against the most
valuable thing that Christians like myself attest to about. Is my life valid for what it is? Is my faith
something that constitutes something that strides for any man’s real on
betterment? Or is my life the damnable breath in vehement that gives no
conclusion in answer; is my life really hell?
Have written about 3 rough drafts for books that really have
not been books that I have here wanted to bring to completion yet. Because
there is this want to bring on something totally unexpected out of me- first
for my first novel. Here this is the book that the Lord almighty has finally
given me to start and bring to its full completion; for it going to be my first
book that I bring to completion online. The first book of many that the Rooster
is going to bring.
It will be called, GOD IS DEAD, ‘Jesus Hates (You) and so do
I’- and this is the first page of it. And I am working on it right now at this
time. As I have a job. But still only give myself 2 hours on the computer to
write and still be the Rooster who does it straight from his head to page, doing
my bubble concept ideas, rough draft, and formulating the growth of- it in one
turn of pushing out the impregnable of gest that circumvents harsh confinement
within a trust.
Chapter
1
~At the colonnade by the Asylum of Jericho Bridge~
A pleasing to their aroma scented for advices that strewn from
their God’s pleasing scent it is what goes to their mankind, a sense--smell,
feel in sense of him- of his fullness, it is a force of nature. What—is an
attending that goes- it goes like angels washing each other’s wing, attending
to one another’s happiness it is to be there then the greatest prosperity to
attain from… Exact belief of what emotion can give to anyone; living for oh
what a hell feeling.
But things started to really change once in when fascination
in its outstretch, it held those into some horrible type of fixations,
attributes given to the believing who didn’t believe their force of nature
attributed to anyone’s position.
As the dark clouded envisioned ones, looked on- as the dark
shadows were felt in their presence not so much as seen….
Some guy thought him marrying himself to his cats would be a
great idea in the age of man marrying man and woman marrying woman, it would be
novel artistic way to love on God more- it would be to have legal union with
the animal kingdom. As he wanted in no place to believe in the Bible, or there
that it said anything against his love…
Any surrounding clique in venue of it all, would be in shame
for ever trying to compare their congregation to this. As the people sit about amongst it, for their
love of war as their peace, depth defying wickedness their sound off. Their
members kill without cause and attend their lives this way and work their
religion in among it, amongst its peace….
Them taking part by only letting others feel their presence
among it; but all the same people knew that they were- there for a bend in
acrimony. As it was all of their dark time in looming, steady for letting man’s
deeds come to full circle. Like a
precipitating mist that held long enough, long enough for someone to see them; -
but in the dark on shadows which were darker than the dark that-- they were in,
then it would in emissary go off, without filtering anyone’s cause of
redemption; because their participation was unknown for what their part is in
amongst this--- church….
As garbage cans would swirl in circles; endless ravaging barks
of what seemed to be dogs coming from nowhere would sound. Horrible scratching
happening on trees that could not be easily talked down; as the wind there and
odd faces appearing around corners of people’s houses; then that would
dissipate as quickly as they would appear. Wind garbling up the leaves with
orbs bouncing off of wet leaves imbibed, from maple trees, mysterious orbs
appearing out of nowhere putting a colder chill in the air. Making the hair on
one’s arms attest to shadows also. In a
short period of silence the anguished type dark figures left then in a great
noise seeming from afar; the noise would rise.
The throng inside the church would hum steadily and neither gravely, but
sinisterly in a loving kind way. People
not knowing what to do- than other what they would always do before; to ignore
what they knew true….
In particularly on happy arrivals, what come as something
unwelcomed, as they were felt to be looming outside the worship of these
days…People living outside the lives that they were living, without them
knowing what they live.
Thoughts of having a church band play a musical inclination to
that—steal of a note from heaven above for giving over to total growth, what
streamlining anyone’s worth of a church in its wants these days- for its minds
want to grasp upon; because, who is going to believe there is a God these days
or really even believe in one at all, if there is only one God- by them only
just having a basic worship service strewn along with only a basic sown on
knowhow of God. With all the other fun
noticeable subtleties to know about; to know only of his mercy it is only what
they know….
The invariable downfall of any church is when the affected portion
of this-- church- it feels superior in actions to others who purport to have
the same God. Precarious situations
becomes status quo, for those who work among such….
The church people would dance like everything was as usual and
avoided personal knowledge of what worried other members. As the sum who would
always dash outside to catch a glimpse to see where dark bodies emanate from:
would shake off their disgust with a praise to Jesus from theirs in mankind’s
failure in effort to catch a long glimpse.
A Sunday is but like this; like it is a Wednesday, like a
crowd, it would shuttle through the church that held itself in captivation
among a community center; to holding a church group. Wednesday holds up group
meetings from people’s houses, it would happen, Bible studies that would push
for more fellowship are at 10:30 a.m. on Sunday, Church would start; but first
there be meeting up at the Blue-Chip café at 9: 30 a.m. - before church comes
to start….
People wanted something to answer them in their church. For-
sacrificing their children and themselves is not all enough, their need in want
it never comes as fed; as one person is treated like the other, one family like
the other again…. The in treatment would come as the dark creatures would stir
outside the church quarters giving them messages as it passed by to say, “Mike
was a guy; we used to know, he was guy we used to know all so well, la, la,
la.”
Nature would answer the pursuit in point.
Which really as far as unholy of unholy things happen about;
this was one of the greatest moves for Civil Rights action. As members for
themselves were never too angry about anything, as God to them was really only
about mercy. God without wrath, without
judgment, without his great reasoning, without his anger, without his hate
also, without his jealousy, without his justice, without his truth, just
without. But their anger was for their
own choice of right or wrong. God was
emptied of all of his power from what he did upon what a holy his holy life on
earth….
(Holy is holy, if you believe in God and believe in such
things.)
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