Nietzsche had it right when he declared god is dead…

Nietzsche had it right when he declared god is dead:
The Christian legacy had long since been put to bed.

The fervor of Patrick paddling the Ocean for Christ,
Has now become a mega church prosperity heist!

Not even Francesco can shore up this decrepit faith;
Institutional spirit has become a writhing wraith!

All of our fetid ideas of god must be buried,
And our rotten religious sentiments cremated.

Zarathustra has returned with his beautiful fire;
The unholy truths will be placed in a funeral pyre.

“God has become man, so that man may become god”-
This new ancient truth will soon become ultra mod!

Darvish has never been so happy that god is dead:
The silent God-Man lives and talks in our hearts instead!

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  1. Ben Leet says:

    I went looking for the Nietzsche quote, and found age of the sages.org had it.
    “Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon?” Not bad. Brabazon talked like this too. Today the head of Punjab province in Pakistan was assassinated by a Muslim zealot who was angry that he had commuted the death sentence of a Christian woman who had slandered Mohammed. God seems to have a precarious life in all religions.

    Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: “I am looking for God! I am looking for God!”
    As many of those who did not believe in God were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost him, then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances.

    “Where has God gone?” he cried. “I shall tell you. We have killed him – you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God?

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