The Prince of Party Justin Poole

Am I the hero you need?

There is a world out there filled with wonderous beauty and unexplainable marvels but often these things as well as the simple joys in life are buried deep beneath a massive mountain of hatred, negativity, destruction, greed, anger, and commercialization.

Often the true wonders of the world are hidden from our sight.

And so it is that sometimes I just don’t feel like being creative.  I don’t feel like singing.  I don’t feel like painting.  I don’t feel like writing.  I don’t even feel like living.

I would rather drip with bitterness, shut myself off from the world and wallow in a pool of cancerous venom.  Stewing in my exasperation and outrageous indignation.  My insides twisting and turning in turmoil as my love for the world is distorted and threatened by my hatred of mankind.  

I curse pollution and I condemn consumerism.  

I despise racism and I detest bigotry. 

I am filled with such loathing.  I am overrun with contempt.  

So very often I feel as if I am on the losing side of a battle for the soul of mankind. For the preservation of planet earth.  I feel as if I am being betrayed by the human race.  I feel as if I am not even one of you.  Like I have been sent to this planet and forced to live amongst beasts of inferior intellect as punishment handed down to me for some long forgotten crime.

Or perhaps these feelings which dominate my being are meant to prepare me for something grand.  

For some sort of revolution.

If the majority of the world is made up of followers of Christ.

If I would be leading the resistance against the current status quo

Well then I guess you can just call me the Anti-Christ.

octopenis:

An Atheist and a Christian sit down at a bar. They both knock back a few drinks and enjoy each others company because they aren’t pretentious assholes.

Then Justin Poole walks in and berates them both for not believing in the one true God.  Thrash.

(via submarinedreams)

He is risen

God isn’t real

Jesus was a shady bitch.

Christianity is a hoax.

Fuck your religion 

Obama is coming to take all your guns away

Guns

God

Nascar

Toby Keith 

Prayer in schools.

Nature is my religion. The earth is my church.

I do believe in a god, but not a god that you can give a name to. 
I do not adhere to one particular religion but I would call myself spiritual. 
When I pray I do not pray to God, Jesus, Allah or Krishna. 
I pray to the world around me. 
I feel most at peace when surrounded by the beauty of the earth. Some of my most lucid moments have come surrounded by trees that reach so high you’d think you could make it to heaven one branch at a time. 
I’ve felt most at peace with myself while laying in a field staring up at an endless display of magnificent stars. 
Sitting barefoot in the sand staring out into the pacific ocean made me feel as if my place on earth was of great insignificance but at the same time I felt part of something grander than Id ever imagined before. 
One needs nothing in life that can not be provided by this beautiful planet we call home. 
The earth gave us life and the earth deserves our devotion. 
I pray to the stars that you will all soon realize this before it is too late. 
We do not own her, we owe her.

There will be no absolution

Lost beneath a never ending sea of wayward souls

Wandering 

for all time

murky shadows 

distorted vision

the smell of grief 

and a numbness so persistent 

it begins to throb

This is nothing

and nothing

at all times

The careless heathens 

Punished for not being saved

Floating for the rest of their eternal days

With nothing but nothing.

And a constant desire for perdition.  

Terror in the skies

Watching

always watching

From day till night till day again

I hear the constant buzzing 

They never stop flying

Without notice

They drop their doom

Fire bolts flying from the sky

Destroying everything they touch

The smell of death is always in the air

and know we truly know fear

We know the sound of terror 

It surrounds us

and refuses to let go.

These soulless

Godless 

Unmanned drones.

We have to kill God

For the sake of progress.

—thefearofgod:

So, as some of you may know, I work as a Bell Ringer for the Salvation Army.. anyways, before work we gather in the chapel and just pray and what not but before we did that I found one of the S.A.’s hymnal book and was struck in awe by one line, “There is so much beauty in the name of Jesus.”

I mean, c’mon, how right is that statement? I sat there in awe and even as they were taking us to our locations I just sat there thinking of that statement over and over again. Seriously guys, how much beauty is there in Jesus’ name???

The power it has, the reassurance it brings, the comfort, the love, all in one name. The name of our glorious Saviour and that’s just his name! God is good, amazingly good.

The Salvation Army is a hate group.  There is no beauty in that.

(via --thefearofgod-deactivated20130)

Dear God

I want nothing more than to truly believe 

Why must you make this so hard for me

Dear God

I want to feel the good in you

I want to feel the truth of you

Dear God

Why won’t you ever speak to me?

Do you believe in me?

Am I real to you?

Why wouldn’t I burn a church?

To believe in magic is not so foolish, to believe in magic was once the norm.

Before the crusading Christians set fire to everything they disagreed with

before the God fearing hordes hunted the wizards and sorcerers out of existence 

In a time before church meant four walls, a ceiling, a daily penance and a yearly tithe.

When men had free will to seek out and believe in their own gods.  To practice ancient ways learned from the wisdom of old.

The love of the forest, the respect for evil but most of all, the capacity to question.

In a time not so long ago when pagans roamed the earth.

Set fire to the hypocrisy

Burn to ashes the tyranny

Down in flames shall go slavery

When we make the grandest of conflagrations of the church

Built upon the ashes of our ancient altars 

We now return from seclusion to return the favor

The dragons have come home to roost 

Faith and humanity

The lord my Saviour, oh great omnipotent creator.

You who gave life to all those I despise.

My love for you knows no bounds 

Yet it was you who cast me underground.

Can you not see the irony? Can you not see the hypocrisy?

We who worship you with our whole being

Cast aside for a race who’s existence is so fleeting.

The rage I feel towards these insignificant little pests overtook my entire soul

My hatred of them for the place they hold in your heart caused me to lose control

The war I led was not for you crown, it was not to rule earth and above

The war I brought against your kingdom was a war to win back your love.

You’ve left me no choice now that Ive been cast aside 

I must now devote myself to destroying all mankind

I would suggest we outlaw religion

But I suppose we shouldn’t deny a handicapped man his crutch.