#illipsis

Here is the trial I concoct,  let’s see if his faith survives or not. Cause who is Isaac Knox? Just a child lost in service to a silent God,  that would deny his flocks of any sign of whether his alive or gone. If Einstein was right then he just rewinds the clock and life goes on,  well man takes his name in vain just to hide their plot, so let's let that deprivation and denial stop. (…) Well let’s get something out the way,     I give a fuck about his faith, I won’t do nothing for his faith. If God intervenes I’m calling in my sucker to his face, cause Isaac came up from the sun – Illipsis coming from the shade. I got them waiting for the punch, cause I punch above my weight. But honestly I ain’t aggy in the least, or have a ratchet I can squeeze, that’s just a tactic in my speech, which can contrast to what he speaks. It’s hypocritical, of course, just like that religious creed, cause I may preach what I don’t practice, you all don’t practice what you preach.  You think the religious agenda is one that’s actually at peace, ask the middle east I bet they have to disagree. I’m saying, over and over, we've seen this show before, my jihad’s a lie, whatever his crusade it’s a holy war, and it’s frustrating. All the witch-hunts, hangings, televangelists fund-raising, residential schools, the abduction of young natives, missionaries and indigenous, villages, guns blazing, blood, hatred, bro, if there’s a heaven it’s just vacant. And the holy land may appear to some sacred,  but once taken what changes? You’ve one greatness? God descends in a sunray and comes saying at last my sons made it? Believe that and you’re dumber than you seem. Fuck praying, you’re just preying on the gullible and weak, I’m just saying. You believe in a God but on what basis? Is it the biblical scripture written in primitive ignorance, apocryphal figments of fiction solely persistent through lineage? You need an end boss for your life just to give it significance? Or dismiss a persistent sense of individual impotence? Or is it that your life´s good? And that’s something he wants to tribute to his Christianism in a way that dismisses the gift his been given not living in the same indolence,  millions withering in sodomized city -- I saw glimpses from the thick of it. But if that’s the case, then his only real proof of a plan for existence -- is in the hands of his privilege, making him the standing antithesis of the man that Illipses is. Cause bro I got a soul that’s broken and the cognac flowing, I will roll up to Disneyworld just to toe-tag rodents. Turn every single muthafuckin’ Kodak moment into BoJack horsemen, don’t cross me, I don’t write rhymes, I draft mercenary plots, after this they gonna need a hearse to carry Knox. He’s still struggling even now; the worthy scary thoughts: asking why he's alone in the universe -- that's the Fermi-paradox. I got the answer right here, it's cold but it should help: God is just a lie that you’ve been told until you told it to yourself.