God creates People
People are filled with pornographic fantasies
God's preachers preach that pornography is a sin, send you straight to Hell
But no Person who has died has ever unambiguously returned to the world of the living to tell us for sure about burning in Hell
In fact
There's no definitive proof of God, Hell, God's desire to punish People for having pornographic fantasies, life after death
No proof
We're supposed to take it all on faith
But even so
Taking it all on faith
We could still be misunderstanding God
Preachers are just People
Flawed People
Not little Godlings
Therefore
It could be possible
That God is always reading our thoughts
Especially our pornographic fantasies
From the very beginning
From before the existence of the words pornography and porn and pornographic and fantasy
God just watching the flickering eroticisms in one hundred seventeen billion minds across two hundred thousand years
God's unlikely to even be aroused
Just think of how many people you know who beat off to cockroaches fucking
Be sure to make an accurate tally
So you see
A hundred billion channels
And nothing's on
But God can't stop watching
The One True God
Lonely at the top
No other God but God
No one to talk to
No one God can relate to
Even the Lord must pass the time
Can't stop watching
Probably why God hasn't written a new Gospel in awhile
Think of all the People who fail to write the Great American Novel because YouTube, XBox, Playstation, Nintendo Switch, Prime, YouPorn, OnlyFans, Instagram, Tik Tok, PornHub, Twitter, Facebook
So you see
The true sin of porn
Isn't the pleasure out of wedlock that the fundamentalists get so lathered about
No
Our nonstop multi-billion stream flow of hazy-glazey porno consciousness
Has captured the Lord
In an inescapable spunk scroll
He's not gettin' off
Humans can't stop doom scrolling
Even though it makes us feel like shit
God can't stop spunk scrolling
Not because He's bustin'
But because it's a fascinating, impenetrable wreck
Like watching a wave sweep away a thousand cargo containers
Maybe there's some dread if you're a local
But if you're nonlocal
It's like a
I dunno
Like a screensaver
Tediously logical, irrevocable, certain
It's just a thing that happens to coastal humans and the things they build at some point
There's a chart somewhere
Depend on it
Which brings us back to God
The most nonlocal of all
Burdensomely hypnotized
By collective porn stew
Of billions of human minds
Sorry, Big Guy!
