I cry

I cry as I watch 

the cathedral burn, I cry 

for those who never 

learned that we were connected 

to God before the crusades 

we were connected

to God before man made these

religions, before 

guns and bibles, germs and steel 

before queens and kings started 

to deal with peasants 

by controlling their minds with 

commandments instead 

of swords, by saying “Thus says

the lord”. I cry because the 

church hordes riches while 

billions starve to death, I cry 

because my grandma puts her 

last dollar into 

the collection plate to fund 

a church that teaches hate

and shifts rapist priests 

around the world like bishops 

on a chessboard and 

tells us to confess our sins 

to an evil man who grins

as he counts money 

that will be used to buy gold 

and pay off decades-

old sex abuse lawsuits, if 

Jesus was real, there is no

way in hell that he’d 

be in cahoots with the church, 

there’s no way in hell 

he’d be okay with the pope 

casting stones from a golden perch.

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Catch A Glimpse Of God

If you stare into 

the eye of the storm you might 

catch a glimpse of God

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Blind Eyes


Blind eyes of storms 

we’ve created 

have erased



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You Will See God


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And Cleanse Me From My Sins

France has bloody hands

from their colonial days 

and all the blood stays 

with them from Rwanda and 

they are counting blood money 

in real-time as the Saudis 

commit war crimes in Yemen

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God’s House

We feign sadness now

as Notre Dame is engulfed

in flames, “How awful,

God’s house burning, all of that

beauty…” Our mistake was when


we decided to

lock God inside a building

and destroy the real

temple, to desecrate the

sacred. We’ve long been fed


lies and forget that

Jesus dies again each time

we commit war crimes

we crucify Christ without

even thinking twice each time


a bullet flies and

a human being dies, we

cannibalize the

real temple and worship jars

of clay, we pray to the wall


and topple tall, old

growth forests, we build pipelines

to carry oil through

God’s house and they leak into

the water Jesus walked


on, and God is in

the Garden not in a church

God’s in the forest

not in any of the mosques

we’ve bombed and burned to the ground


God is lost and can’t

be found drowning in tears for

a fucking building

built with gold stolen along

with human beings for the


Pope and the queen, no

we won’t see God struggling

to escape this inferno

no, God was never in there


God’s with the people

we don’t care about

and for some reason

we can’t figure out that God’s

house is everywhere, don’t you


dare say that the flames

only started today, we

lit the fire long

ago and add fuel every

tax day, and we add fuel each


time we say that God

has a house with an address

we add fuel each time

we say, “God bless” these people

more than those, we add fuel when


we dip our toes in

the ocean and ignore the

dead , plastic-filled whales

laying on the beach, we add

fuel each time we preach, saying


“God says blah, blah, blah.”

God doesn’t judge, God doesn’t

hate, God is not a

capitalist thinking, “look

at all my stuff, I’m so great”


God’s illiterate

and God doesn’t have a tongue

God’s not in a book

God is the trees, God is our

lungs, we breathe God, we breathe life


we breathe, we breathe, we…

take a deep breath and see God

in the eyes of the

next human being you meet

take a deep breath and see that


God is the water

and God is the trees and God

is the mountains and

the valleys and the desert

and the space between us and


God connects us like

the ocean connects the land

God never lived in

a house, what’s so hard for us

to understand? God is the


mountains we destroy

for coal and the oceans that

we fill with plastic

and oil, God is the garden

and the polluted soil, and


God is the wind and

rain. Man gave us Able and

Cain and shrugs now as

millions are slain but cries ‘Why?’

as a church goes up in flames,


a cathedral built

on the remains of peasants

and the truth isn’t

pleasant but God has never

been inside of a church


and evil has long run

amok, with the Pope in Rome

on his golden perch,


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Death & Taxes

the only thing
that is certain
in this life
is that death
is funded
by your taxes

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