In silence we reach the target of life
Let me in
Yelled the clown
Let me see my goal
What I have achieved
Tell me
Was it a good life
Have I been a good human being
After all?

This conversation won’t ever happen
But being told about that
Fictional life after death
Creates fear in life:

There is neither a stairway to heaven
Nor a downfall to hell

But it has the bad taste of money
Look at the churches
Envy the large cathedrals
All the religious art in galeries
All over the world
And you know
Where that money ended up wasted —

But there are still clowns around
Who run after the money
Who run into the churches
Who spend millions
To cover for their so-called sins

Because what’s a sin anyway?

What the church and their representatives once said
Is supposed to be bad
If you do it
Your ticket for eternal life will be denied
But you can spend a fortune
Every hard earned penny
And you might be forgiven

We make the rules
That we break ourselves
Because we know we are sinners
But we are already forgiven
The moment
We sell our life to the fictional entity
That we call God
In his name
We can rape children
We can waste money
We can make nationalism great again
We can treat the poor like shit
And the billionaires like the messiah

Oh, and by the way
This is
What Christmas is all about
The historical Jesus was born in the midst of September
When the dates fell early from the trees
Unfortunately
September is one of the greatest months ever
The weather is great
The spirits are high
After the hot and sweaty Summer months
No human would gladly spend all his money
If he wouldn’t be depressed
From the cold
From the snow —

So the birth of Jesus was fictionalised to December
To the end of the year
When everyone would shed a tear
Or several of it
In coins of money
To please the almighty
Imagination of the lord
To draw a line under all the supposed sins
Executed during the past year
Giving a bit of wealth
So the rich could shed skins
Starting fresh and clean
Into a new year
Where we can torture nature
And fellow humans
Who weren’t able to buy out their souls —

Whoever believes in this show
Makes himself grow
Into the depth of religious marketing
Bends to the churches
Forgets how to behave
Because money will buy him a pure soul
Again
And again
If he needs one.

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        © Dominik Alexander / 2024