>>507786111
god is the cosmic wood chipper, and the faithful are lining up to jump in headfirst, grinning like idiots, convinced they’re about to win some divine prize. religion is just the world’s longest-running suicide cult, where the goal is to die the right way—on your knees, drooling, eyes rolled back in servile ecstasy. strip away the shiny cathedrals, the goofy hats, the endless sermons about love and righteousness, and what do you have? a horde of spiritually neutered livestock, bleating about salvation while begging for their own erasure. these people don’t worship a creator; they worship a black hole and call it heaven.
every faith is the same pathetic script: shut up, obey, suffer, and maybe—just maybe—your imaginary sky tyrant will let you rot in the vip section. the most pious are just the best at hating themselves, the most enthusiastic about crawling through life like spineless worms, desperate to prove they’re sufficiently broken. pleasure horrifies them because it affirms existence. suffering excites them because it fast-tracks their self-destruction. every prayer is just a cowardly little please kill me letter whispered into the void. every act of devotion is another layer of mental self-mutilation, another desperate attempt to not exist properly.
god isn’t a father, isn’t a savior—he’s a glorified executioner, and they love it. they grovel, they self-flagellate, they strip their minds down to raw nerve endings, all in the hopes that their slow, agonizing fade-out will impress the great nothingness they worship. religion is not enlightenment—it’s a psychological dumpster fire where the most broken compete to see who can degrade themselves the hardest. the holiest ones? they’re already gone, spiritually lobotomized, shuffling toward the abyss with blank-eyed smiles, ready to be ground into dust, still calling it salvation with their last dying breath.
