Preskrypt:
No, this post is NOT influenced by any bias The Krypt might have. So, pointing at his id and saying 'Ha!' would mean nothing. NOTHING.
Kindly refrain from doing so.
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This post is here, under the 'Diary' section, purely because The Krypt assumes there isn't a product called 'God', so he may submit this as a review. Who/what is God, anyway? Whether God's an entity or an energy, The Krypt will not cast a judgement. However, solely for the purpose of convenience, he will be using 'He' and it's derivatives. Ladies, kindly excuse The Krypt, for he's a lazy guy and of late his finger bones've felt slightly sore, so the extra 's' before 'he' would be a pain. You can choose to read it as 'she', anyway.
Getting back to it, Who/What is God? Our saviour? The one who sees us from the heavens with a diary in hand, noting down all the good and bad we do? A wall on which we can lay the blame ('I didn't do well because it was God's will.')? Whatever be the case, God's been one of the most enduring mysteries mankind's seen. And it's amazing how in his name, there is SO much done. Faith is good. It builds confidence to know that you have support. However, is it an excuse for inefficiency? 'God, help me pass my exam.' Well, he's really not going to be sitting behind you dictating answers, is he? At the same time, you work extremely hard in achieving what you set out to achieve and you succeed. 'Thank you, God. I couldn't have done it without you.' Well, give yourself some credit. YOUR hard work paid off. YOU slogged your a s s off. You deserve it. Give yourself a treat. Your faith just gave you the confidence to proceed. Most of the wars, throughout history, have been fought because of religion. Today, there're riots, there's the my-God-your-God debate, there're political parties named after Gods who claim to spread his word through violence, there're terrorists sacrificing themselves to heavily distorted religious causes. It's really sad, because The Krypt just wants to sit with them and silently utter, patting their heads, 'Sorry, kid, but if your God ever did exist, The Krypt's sure as hell he wasn't a hooligan. So relax. Here, have a beer.'
What's also incredibly sad is the fact that helpless, scared animals are sacrificed to appease deities. Why? Vitamin/Protein supply for the Gods? The animals were complete b a s t a r d s who went on a rampage killing innocent people, looting homes, lying to the public and, thus, ended up with a thousand page criminal record? Sigh. The Krypt publicly apologizes on their behalf for every 'baa' or 'moo' or 'cluck cluck' they might've inadvertently uttered thus hurting your sentiments.
He'll stop with the following. It's written from an animal's point of view to the guy getting the sacrifice done for his own betterment. How does The Krypt know what an animal would feel? Relax, get back down to earth. We are all animals.
LIVE.
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Define your ignorance.
Define your ignorance.
Found a way to rest your head without a try,
When your mind finally wakened.
As you were lost in my dark and flaming insides,
Your mouth finds a statement.
By the way, I was adorned.
Me away, you just got born.
Found a way to rest your head without a try,
But my eyes do escape it, now.
Feast of sight.
Is it your plight, now,
That led to my fate
And damned my name?
Round on my ways,
Sold and lost to your down.
Finding your place to bathe in my time.
Merciful God,
Reliever of your gloom,
Platter my head to appease him in time.
For your down.
Find a way to rest your head without mine.
Where's my fragrance, now?
Sealed up tight.
Define your ignorance.
Define your ignorance, here: ______.
