Last Exit: Gehenna

 

1) Be very broad-minded. Take the Broad Road.
(It is paved with good intentions and says Fool’s Gold, can’t miss it)

2) When you see the signs for salvation, declare loudly that you are tolerant and loving and that sin is an outmoded relic of patriarchal religion.

3) Follow the virtue-signals away from the true light towards your own sinful conceit.

4) Deny absolute truth when you get to Philosophy and take the exit toward Esthetics.

5) Stay on the path of least resistance. Celebrate ANYTHING except the God of Scripture.

6) When the road diverges, revile the nationalist R., along with tradition.
Hatefully label your fellow citizens as Racist Nazis until you merge onto Interfaith 666 at Hypocrisyville.

7) Turn repeatedly L. while flattering  yourself that you are progressive and enlightened.

8) Follow the exact same agenda and antichrist values as that of trans-national corporations while telling yourself you are a bold free-thinker “resisting fascism”.

9) Follow the bumper-stickers of the tenured professor in front of you for 59 miles.

10) Your destination is on the Left, but there’s still time to change the road you’re on
(if the Led Zeppelin song ends and you see the people leaving church as reactionary rubes, you have gone too far.)

 

Approx. time to arrive in Hell = 1 lifetime

Alternate routes click HERE

FINAL PROMPT:

a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place.

Revival Revulsion

 

Bark like a rooster, roar like a chicken
Fake those healings till we sicken;
Churchy frenzies, righteous quavers—
Charismaniacs and ravers.
Holy laughs from Howie Browne
Lame libations: drink it down
Until you sprawl on the temple floor
searching for God’s own unlocked door.


PROMPT 2:

write a poem based on an obscure and interesting English word.

Pseudobulbar Affect (PBA) is a neurological condition that causes outbursts of uncontrolled or inappropriate laughing or crying. It is also known by other names including emotional lability, pathological laughing and crying, involuntary emotional expression disorder, compulsive laughing or weeping, or emotional incontinence.

 

Tulsa: Not OK

 

Word of Faith preachers

 

Tulsa, OK named and claimed it
then prophetically proclaimed it:
Ken and Gloria invested—
slick, convincing, uncontested.
Pretty-boy preachers wowed the flock,
making Christ the laughing stock;
their best lives, yielding heresies:
out-phariseeing Pharisees—
as if their western cowboy drawls
could bless impulsive bank withdrawals.
Peculiar to the U.S.A.
where truth is prophesied away
and churches spring like tares and breed
while tele-preachers intercede
for breakthroughs, blessings, Mammon’s gold,
their folly long ago foretold
in frenzied tones; the healing tongue
counts dollars where Paul counted dung.
I’m sure they all believe it’s true . . .
they know it justifies fleecing you.