Mr. Septic Skeptic
I saw you on Youtube—
so cocksure,
convincing,
and controlled. (Notice my alliteration to stress the point!)
So sure, Mr. Skeptic, you seem to be–
but of course,with the absence of a fact checker to catch you up
in your rapid fire propaganda!
You pollute the airwaves (Or is it web waves?)
with your poisonous words,
your articulate particulates—breeding cancer for the soul, Mr. Septic Skeptic.
(Okay, I know the metaphors are a little strong.)
Your rehearsed rationale, your belittling barbs
are amazingly entertaining through your sardonic smile—
entertaining if you don’t stop to think
and just suck in all that
utopian,
we are the world,
human solidarity,
evolutionary morality drivel,
well-framed comebacks and proud propositions,
hell-bent on disfiguring the face of the God you don’t believe in.
Crafty, your well-turned phrases and arrogant arguments.
Is this it then?
Not content with eating the fruit yourself, you must push it pell-mell on others
so that they too may enjoy this rapid descent to nihilism?
If I am in err in this lofty faith that gives me purpose,
I will have lost nothing, having lived a meaningful life.
You, however,
have wagered everything on this golden fruit,
this wormy fruit of disbelief,
and you stand to lose it all.
Oh, I know that doesn’t sound mushy lovey,
and the love card is certainly the tender underbelly of us faith-talkers,
but I’m still working on that one, okay? And you’re making it really difficult!
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