God hates fags [short story]

God hates fags:

A car moving
Within it?
Those living in motion.

Lights shine
With sharp protrusions
As fragmented blades of brightness extend from the central bulb.

One car had no head lights.
Oblivious to the impending clash,
Later a few people were dead.

By heaven’s gate,
God judged two at once.

[God:] “You have been found guilty of fornication.
You do not deserve to live.
You will be sent to hell.”

They were holding each other’s hand
Because they were afraid
And they wanted to find strength
Through love and unity.

I guess that’s why one of them could manage to talk,
Because he wasn’t alone.

He said:

“Why?
Why do you hate me?
I never did anything to you.”

[God:] “You have sinned.
You have not repented.
You have not accepted the sacrifice of the Christ.
You have done what is detestable in my eyes.”

He replied again:

“Why God?
Why am I so wrong?
What is fornication?
What did I do!?”

[God:] “You know very well what you have done!
You have defied my perfect law.
I have killed you
And will send you to hell
For the sake of perfect justice.”

He replied again:

“Who says that was perfect?
You kill people?
Why are you so angry?
I’m sorry.
What did I do?”

But God was pressed for time
There was a line up of men, mothers and babies
All pressing forward.
The two had to be dismissed.

The fall from heaven didn’t last too long,
Only a few minutes.

The shock of the impact
Was incomprehensible.

They fell on a bed of stalagmites
Their bodies were punctured.
Pain made it only possible to moan,
With a tight throat and chest.
They couldn’t really think.

17 minutes passed
And a dark figure floated by.

It pulled them off of the spikes,
And threw them to the ground,
As it said:

“Shut up!
Pathetic idiots.
Shut the fuck up.”

It floated away.
Angered by the screams.

Their bodies slowly reformed.
They stood up and began to look around.

They saw two red figures having sex in a pool of fire.
Very disturbing.
The creatures were not human,
The creatures were frightening.
So the fags ran into a near-by house
For safety.

A house looks familiar,
And the door was not locked.

So the fags ran in, and closed the door.
Inside there was a man sitting at a desk,
Writing things down on paper.

He looked up for a moment at them,
And said:

“Hello, my name is Nietzsche.
If you hadn’t noticed by the general mentalities,
Then at least notice the words which I am saying.
The burning in hell has a flame consisting of two emotions, them being:
Fear of God, and anger towards God.
Do not let God’s ghost scare you,
God is dead.
What you saw may have been disturbing, but it wasn’t real.”

ilovephilosophy.com/phpbb/vi … p?t=147125

Have you ever taken a look at the Godhatesfags site?
It is truly hilarious.

Dan, I loved the images of hell and suffering you created, a kind of pseudo visionary piss take. Interesting and bubbled with anxiety.

Thanks.
I’m going to check out that site, and do you think “hell” is really just fear and hate relating to God?

edit:

Found it.
godhatesfags.com/

I dunno about orgasms, but love is a good thing almost anywhere.

Dan: o you think “hell” is really just fear and hate relating to God?

Colin: Quite possibly that is hell. Isn’t hell simply the abcense of God?

Bukowski wrote in one of his poems something to the effect that ‘hell is built brick by brick by ourselves’…This might sound greedy but HELL to me seems like a lack of any panoramic view of existence. or rather - trying to dominate a particular panorama of existence.

GOD to me is like a signature for ‘Big Wide Look At Life’

I’m quite concerned with the mysterious and the mystical
but I am more enthused when making tortellini
in a rich tomato sauce

Sounds yummy; I want.

Also, I’m probably more consumed by the mysterious then you are.

[size=75]If one of my two non-human friends materialized, I’d be overjoyed, though most people would be scared & go stupid…[/size]

You are more consumed with the mysterious.

You might be right.

I look for the msyterious in the real, the everyday, rather in the Spectacular.