God is a maniac Shakespeare on a rampage

I used to like this song, I actually had it on my chess relaxing playlist but now it annoys me to no end.

This kind of naiveté to say the least is plainly idiotic if not totally deluded and at worst misguiding. What other epithet could I attach to this now?

It does what all cults do.
It starts with a conclusion
and works backwards to prove it:

Stupid romantic false logic.

Arrange the stage? Arrange the stage? 


Arrange the fucking stage?

Kill millions and billions on this “stage” to make your cute story?

What a horrible god/screenplay writer that would be. 

Not to mention the humongous cost in fake 
even though all too real blood.

That’s how it is when you are stuck in an illogical rut though you make believe and reinvent and recreate and become a great specialist in cognitive dissonance.

Trying to explain wars, suffering, countless deaths, children starving or being very sick, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune as a real screenplay writer put it.

Sentimental bullshit to prove you’re right.
Despicable rationalisation, the kind a serial killer can do too.

“Love” did not write any play at all.
Remove your eyes from admiring your own navel,
 look around you and count and count and count. 

Numbers speak louder than love.  Numbers don’t lie.

Selective hearing or viewing, living in a protective shell or in an ivory tower won’t teach you anything at all.

All those troubled believers going all goo goo ga ga over such crap searching for an excuse for their inexcusable beliefs
that there is an all knowing all powerful all loving god out there who does fuck all for most of us, if not all of us.

Mysterious ways indeed, always mysterious until science explains them it seems.

If they read the book objectively they would realise there is a million errors in there and that the divine infallible inspiring was full of shit not to mention incredibly murderous, petty even. And that it is but one book among many others just as fallible.

The army and the knife were often wielded by the orders of Yahweh Sabaoth himself, the lord of hosts, to kill countless women and children and men who just happened NOT to be the chosen ones.

The arrogance, the blindness, the self-centeredness, the narrow mindedness is mind boggling but most of all the irresponsibility.

Here is my 2 bits anyway as is.

Maybe god is George R.R. Martin! :) 

You say you see no hope
You say you see no reason we should dream
That the world would ever change
You're saying love is foolish to believe

'Cause there'll always be some crazy
With an army or a knife
To wake you from your day dream
Put the fear back in your life

Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify
What's stronger than hate
Would they not arrange the stage
To look as if the hero came too late?

He's almost in defeat
It's looking like the evil side will win
So on the edge of every seat
From the moment that the whole thing begins, it is

Love who makes the mortar
And it's love who stacked these stones
And it's love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we're alone

In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it's love that wrote the play
For in this darkness love can show the way

So now the stage is set
Feel you own heart beating in your chest
This life's not over yet
So we get up on our feet and do our best

We play against the fear
We play against the reasons not to try
We're playing for the tears
Burning in the happy angel's eyes, for it's

Love who makes the mortar
And it's love who stacked these stones
And it's love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we're alone

In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it's love that wrote the play
For in this darkness love will show the way
Show the way, show the way

Songwriters
WILCOX, DAVID PATRICK