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The Yahweh Verses:
Praise, Taunt and Insult from Ur-Vater
I am Yahweh.
You showed weakness today!
They surrounded you, killed you, carried off your women.
You did nothing. Nothing!
They destroyed you, utterly.
You are weak and despised.
I most of all despise you.
I look down upon you as to worms.
The Others triumphed.
You are rubbish. Slag shit.
I am Yahweh. Hear me.
I reject you.
You do not belong to me.
It is that simple.
I give you away.
You are nothing!
Get out of my sight!
Lower than hand-me-downs are you.
Leave! Before I show my fury!
I repent my love for you.
Yes, and your wives, children and dogs.
You are lost. As dead.
I am Yahweh.
You are flesh only and will always rebel.
Gritty roots pity you.
I have forgotten you totally without regret.
You are not allowed to vote.
I close my heart and hide my face.
You are soft flesh only--no guts, no bones.
You are sneaky, streaky shadows smelling of death.
You are puke.
Yes, un-evolved worms.
You drink sour dregs of glyppen tyrant beer.
I drain your core into a ditch.
I am Yahweh.
Here are the facts, babe.
Love is expensive and you are poorest of the Earth.
You sweep your floor with want.
You feed your children need.
You drown the world with longing.
Chase away angels with sighs.
You reek repulsion.
Your breathe smells of fish.
And your hand is always out.
You are naked. Your Dong flops in a dance.
And filthy are you.
Your ass stinks.
Your dumb eyes glaze the air.
Your voice burps out your anus.
You eat dirt.
I am Yahweh.
I am guile.
You are mere squibs of flesh.
I won’t be fucked with.
I am your burden and you are mine.
I am generous beyond measure..
I bring you much; I pile it on until your knees buckle.
I bring my presence.
My face.
My wish.
My love.
My price.
I am without flaw.
I am without foul.
I don’t shit.
I don’t piss (although I may piss on you time to time).
I am Yahweh.
Shut the fuck up and listen!
Oh, my People, my burden, my punishment...listen,
I chose you, not Others.
Shall I repeat that, Dog-doo?
I hire and fire.
I decide!
Others reside in darkness and know me not.
I send Them poison.
You are my poison.
I will make you like death.
You will love death.
You will sere them.
You will make them vomit and hold their stomachs, rocking back and fourth without so much as a napkin.
I am Yawveh.
The sound of gnashing teeth soothes and comforts me.
By choice They know me not.
They have lost light.
They plot and think
And seek not my face.
They avoid me.
They wipe their anuses with ice.
They shall be mute.
They gargle their songs.
Their tears stain like ink.
Lift me up, bend me up and make this situation better.
I am Yahweh.
I am death warmed over.
They are dead, the Others.
They stink.
They inhabit a world of crags and fissures.
How long do you expect to live without me?
Mud daubers!
Dreamers!
My heart is cold for Them.
My blood ice.
They drink bile.
They eat shit.
They piss steam.
They will quiver and I will laugh
Because I am Yahweh.
I am terror. I blaze red. I know my lines.
What the fuck were you thinking when you hid from me?
Running away like cowards and criminals?
You do things by halves: willing to kill, but not offend.
I smear your faces with my thumb.
Why did you think you had to flee...
...covering your naked loins in the tall grass
...hiding your heads with scrawny scratchy hands
...showing only your hairy backs and crusty asses?
Jesus!
I am Yahweh, the Big Banger.
It is not My will which traps you but your own goddam stubborn rebellious nature.
Your shitty, sullen, selfish, stupid ego distorts reality.
You think you’re important?
You’re an embarrassment!
An hallucination!
A stigmata!
You are a mirage straining on the golden toilet!
You are a smear dissolving on ass wipe.
I am Yahweh.
I am Good News.
Spit suckers!
Listen! All is not lost!
No! Fart sniffers, hear Me.
If you obey-me-fear-me-worship-me I will love you much.
I will kiss your sweet meat.
I will pimp for you.
For you I am a chick magnet.
I love the Wowsie
...for they smell of incense
...and silently mouth the textured cream of marrow.
You have good cartilage. Rejoice.
Line up to kill remembrance.
Innocense glistens in your hemorrhages.
Please, please me.
Love, love Me, do.
I am Yahweh.
Love, O People, is not for Others.
My love is lean and rationed.
None become fat on my love.
Inscribe your nakedness with a whip for it is written:
“Wrapped in My love your Joy will be to suffer for My sake.”
Yes. I wrote that. Copyrighted.
I am Yahweh.
You are not.
You shall feed Others the bad fruit.
They will eat of it because you smile and fuck Them over good.
Soon They will know wither and drear and you shall rejoice with me a thousand times..
Like music will be Their bitter cries.
Their children will suckle dust
Their lullabies are anguish.
You shall rejoice with the bang of the tambourine while dancing on Their greasy white bones.
I am Yahweh.
I am what’s for dinner.
Die not, O People. Obey, O People.
You are precious because you obey.
I will somehow manage to love you.
I do love you–Gospel truth.
I am a push over for a shapely sacrifice.
Before leaving take some Rapture.
My door is always open.
If I love you I will treat you as a lover:
I will massage your body with oil.
I will perfume your hair with incense.
You will drink my wine, eat my bread and burp my breath.
Your fart is baby sweet.
I am Yahweh.
I am a fool for love.
I will touch you and you will shiver; crying out for more .
I touch and you swoon.
I caress your insides.
I make your entire body a G-spot.
I fondle your limbs and cover you completely
Because I love you, you will obey.
Because you obey, I will make you gasp.
Because I love you, you will make yourself lovable.
Your hair becomes soft and your skin shines from my touch.
I am Yahweh.
You will love me.
Or else.
Return my love and live.
Offer love and I will let you suck rainwater.
Hot with love, sacrifice and sweat I cream over you.
Approach. Fear not.
Open. Be ready.
I am Yahweh-snookums.
I will filter your spam.
I will keep you close
For certainly you will love me greatly as father, mother, husband, wife and teddy bear.
I will raise you up and make you strong.
We will dance.
We will holler.
We will bang the drum.
We will conquer; dominate Others.
You will rule the land.
In my name shall you rule.
Nothing will come between you and my love.
Be true and all will bow down to you and you will speak as I speak, as love speaks.
You will reign; you will make decisions for all to obey.
For their will is your will and your will is my will.
I am your guide.
You are my guile.
Your biscuits are made with butter.
Trust.
Trust me.
Never doubt.
For never are you wrong when you speak my name with my tongue.
Don’t be different, don’t try.
Don’t be coy; don’t be shy.
Just be my baby.
I’ll rock you.
It is your sameness that I prize.
Change not and be like gold.
The wickedness of Others is Not to Know Me.
They have turned from me.
They do not look into my face.
My face they know not.
My eyes they see not.
My lips they hear not although I cry and scream.
My touch leaves no impression.
(Only you will I bruise. Because I love you, you will feel my love.)
You may live in my house.
The rooms are large and clean.
Wipe your feet.
Don’t forget to flush.
Close the door behind you.
The beds are soft and un-soiled
The sweet sleep on percale sheets. .
The halls are straight.
Turn neither left nor right lest you get lost.
I am Yahweh.
I am! I am!
Hear this, O People: Everything you are, all you feel and love and would not give away or even share the tenth part of, this I give to you from a gushing heart.
All together now : “I am Yahweh!”