Are there any Just left in this town?

Yes or No?

⚠️ Content & Context Note

This piece contains strong language, intense emotional expression, and direct religious critique. It reflects the raw, unfiltered voice of someone in deep existential and spiritual crisis.

The views expressed here challenge institutions, dogma, and the failures of moral leadership — not any ethnic, religious, or cultural group.

This is not antisemitic, Islamophobic, or anti-religious in a broad or hateful sense.

The criticism is directed toward perceived hypocrisy, power abuse, and spiritual betrayal — not toward sincere believers, communities of faith, or sacred traditions in their true form.

Readers are urged to interpret this work in the spirit it was written:
as an act of grief, protest, and painful honesty — not a weapon, but a wounded cry for meaning, justice, and humanity.

Please read with care, compassion, and context.

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🔥 At the End of the Hero’s Journey

So you’re at the end point of the hero’s journey,
where the phoenix stands, waiting to burn,
to be reborn from the ashes.

And I still contemplate:

Should I light the match?
Open the hydrant?
Or simply step aside as it hurtles, furious, toward the precipice?

You might say:
"Your choice."

But here’s my question,
a question of meaning:

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Does the World Still Hold Meaning?

Does our world still have meaning
after the live-streamed collapse
of the god of the Bible,
along with all his paraphernalia?

And if the answer is yes...?
Or no...?

Let’s imagine, for a moment,
you hold the cure for cancer in your hand.

Would you give it to the world?

That’s the real question.

Are there any Just left in this town?
That’s my question.

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What Happens When Meaning Dies

Here’s what happens
when there’s no meaning left:

Meaning is dead.

And I’ll spit on his grave.

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💔 How It Feels When Nothing Matters Anymore

– I was thinking life is sacred...
That children and women, the most vulnerable among us, matter.

– I was thinking justice matters...
That no one could steal freely and walk away untouched.

– I was thinking we had freedom of speech.
You cannot speak freely.

– I was thinking I should show reverence to victims...
But discovered most of them had crocodile tears.

– I was thinking God is great and good...
But I discovered He’s worse than Lucifer.
God hates us: I have the proof.

– I was thinking we lived in a rational age.
Instead, I found that fanatics, fundamentalists, extremists, gangsters, and lunatics rule us.
And we voted for them… in one way or another.

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🕯 I Was Utterly Wrong

Now, I see things as they truly are.

I wish I lived in the 2020s...
Instead, it feels like the Middle Ages have returned, and they’re here to stay.

So I say this now:

Trash your toxic, curated lies,
those handpicked mantras from anti-human so-called “sacred” books.

Trash them, as they burned heretics in their name before.
Then feed a plant with their ashes.

Turn your churches and cult houses into homeless shelters.

Close the gates of your parliaments,
and your forums for madmen and liars.
Fill them instead with the powerless, the sick, and the homeless.
That would be a blessing for the rest of us.
At least then, they might finally serve the poor.

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⚔️ A Message to the Unjust

You’ve lost your humanity.
The name of your god is Satan, and you are his sons.

You don’t know Jesus.
You don’t know Mohammed.
You don’t know Abraham.
You don’t know any shepherd worth following.

You are a disgrace to everything good and noble.

I used to love humanity.
I used to believe in brotherhood.

But I have brothers no more.

Satan & Sons Inc. has won.

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Final Words

I see no redemption for this world.
There are no more Just in this town.

And if there is a God left,
then for f*ck’s sake,
go for Sodom and Gomorrah again.

I don’t care anymore.

Meaning is dead.
And I’ll spit on his grave.

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🖋 Author’s Note

This was written in the rawest hour.
I offer it without apology,
but with the hope that someone out there feels less alone.