Big city churches. Beautiful, magnificent. Sweeping arches, spires, stained glass, alters and artwork, almost magical acoustics. All of this at the bargain price of starving children, the poor, the homeless, the suffering humanity. Daunting megaliths devoid of anything truly spiritual or even humane - religious bling. Doors locked except when the collection trays are out. Architectural wonders of divisiveness and hypocrisy. Multimillion dollar monstrosities so grotesque in the face of starving children or the homeless mentally ill not even allowed to sleep in their allies.
Religious bling for the soulless masses who require the grandeur to feel anything close to spiritual. Mindless Christian zombies dutifully marching to their shiny soulless centers of ‘worship’ - dressed up in Sunday’s best to cover their dull lifeless eyes. Trays out - paying for fleeting moments of awe to interrupt their squirming and impatience to get back out there and sin.
The entire racket run by the Pious Clan of Pedophiles, raking it in, spreading the lies - tax free baby. I just knew there had to be a reason for all boy choirs.
Sure the buildings are beautiful - but they sicken me. Organized religion sickens me.
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