I do not trust my kind enough to believe our gods

We are brutish. We kill, rape, and destroy just for pleasure.

We justify everything that soothes us

We let our survival and pleasure fool us into thinking our actions are right.

We rationalize that we are the chosen, and special, and deserving

We are entitled self-centered creatures with an incessant desire to mate and fight

We are quick to think the gods are ours

We are quick to justify our abominable acts as the wills of the gods

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We pray for our fellows to die

We go into battle and slay them, and their children, and their livestock’s, and their pets, and we burn their lands and we spit on their graves

Then We thank the gods for victory

We rape their wives and take their daughters as wives. We chain their able men and make them our slaves

again, we thank the gods

The earth rumbles and tumbles upside down and we are thankful to the gods that only our enemies are buried under the dirt

we thank the gods for the flood and the locust, the hail, the famine, the diseases, and the plagues that ravage our fellows

we pray for our kind to burn in eternal flames and be eaten by undying warms.

We hate. We fight. We abandon, we reject, we castrate, insult, disrespect, dehumanize, torture, and imprison our fellows

And we thank the gods

We dance and make sacrifices to the gods that send death to ravage families and nations

We create knives, guns, and bombs, we cover the earth and make it black with Sulphur and blood

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