The Book of Judgement (version)

Hear, O heavens, and listen, O earth, for the LORD speaks:

I have raised and reared my children, but they have disowned me!
Dogs know their owners, and cats know their litter box,
But my people do not know
        My people do not understand...

ARGH! SINFUL NATION! PEOPLE LADEN WITH WICKEDNESS!

EVIL RACE! CORRUPT CHILDREN!

They have forsaken the Lord,

spurned the Holy One of Israel,

apostatized.

Where would you yet have Me hurt you, you that rebel again and again? Your whole head is sick, your whole heart faint--from the bottom of your foot to the last hair on your head there is no sound spot: bruised and bloodied and oozing pustules; your pain is never eased, only numbed.

Your country is a waste; your cities burn with fire. Before your eyes strangers devour your land, and the children of Christ show more fear than love for their neighbors. The whole earth is under blockade.

Unless there is some remnant in this Universe who refuse to kill, you will continue to be killed.

This is the Word of God, my friends: I Don't Care If You Go To Church. I've had enough eucharistic celebrations, and bible studies do nothing for Me. When you want to talk to Me, who asks these things of you? Don't Come Back To My House! Bring Me no more worthless offerings and opinions. The smell of your temples is loathsome to Me. Easter and Christmas, revivals and baptisms are all marred by your wickedness. I Can't Take It Anymore. I detest your pleas for peace and forgiveness; they weigh Me down.

When you pray, I won't listen.

YOUR HANDS are full of BLOOD.

WASH YOURSELF CLEAN!

Repair the damage you've done; for My sake, stop making things WORSE!!!

Learn to do Good.

Make justice your aim.

Give to the oppressed.

Hear the crying children.

Defend the defenseless.

"It's cool, it's cool," says God. "Though you've made a wreck of the place, you might clean it up again. We can leave this place in better shape than We found it in. If you pay attention to what's happening around you, and see where I'm going with this, you might yet eat the good things of the land. But if you can't face the Stark Fist of Reality, you'll end up buried in the rubble of your own homes, choking on your own fumes, until you are consumed by your own machines."

For the mouth of Allah has spoken.

Isaiah 1:2-20
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