Weekend Saints Following The Pews

Organised religion is evil to the core. If there is a bigger collection of hypocrites and rogues to be had then I am glad to have never met them. Church dwellers were terrible enough for me, and I have dined with thieves and addicts. In all my dealings with afternoon cocktail vagabonds I have seldom come across bigger sinners than those who frequent the church.
A real motley crew of cold hearts and back stabbing, where pride is applauded and envy bred in abundance. Here is where the spiteful gather, to gossip and dine on others misfortune. Miserable creatures to sing for the poor in voice only, never the soul, ignoring charity wherever it is needed most.
They walk like zombies hypnotised by a deluded self importance, headlong into a world that compassion has long since fled. Giving all to a man made faith. Church to these people is not a place of worship at all, its simply a building that for an hour every Sunday they can show others how good they are, how decent they can be. But its all a terrible act, lies spilling over more lies.
I could find more sincere humans in a prison than church. I could see wealthier gutter kids, because the spirit in organised religion is corrupt to its dastardly bone. There is no kindness there, good deeds require too much effort. These weekend saints are much obssessed with reward, not honour.
Empty prayer is hopeless.
I have seen no good intentions in the vestry, only handfuls of like minded sheep discussing local news and cursing drunks and louts, who in fact far from being below them as these social nitwits seem to believe are actually a hell of a lot better than them. There is more vulgarity in a churches stomach than outside on the street. Purple cloth hides bitterness so well.
With my own eyes Ive watched these odious people step over the homeless and heard them speak ill of the sick. Hardly signs of a genorous heart.
Family too is disposable. What should be a sacred institution is largely ignored. I have felt this at first hand, and know how cruel a parent can be who is lost on his unholy crusade. Im not without sin but my sins carry less burden and truth is a cockroach would be a better father.
Organised religion is thoroughly spiteful and pious. Every minion from deepest hell would be pressed to match the wickedness of the church.