asyncmind on Nostr: Title: The Gospel of the Burnt Sky: Epitaph for a Dead Christendom --- Here Lies ...

Title: The Gospel of the Burnt Sky: Epitaph for a Dead Christendom


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Here Lies Christianity.

Born in the blood-soaked hay of Bethlehem,
Murdered again in the phosphorus rains of Gaza.
Not by pagans.
Not by sinners.
But by those draped in its stolen robes,
blessing bombs with holy water.

The Christ who flipped tables is gone.
Replaced by CEOs of megachurches,
priests of empire,
ambassadors of NATO.

Bethlehem, once sacred, now shelled.
Crib turned crater.
Manger turned morgue.
The child never had a chance.


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But Christ did not die for your sins—
He died because of your silence.

When the tanks rolled,
When the children screamed,
When the gospels were redacted for military briefings,
Where were the followers of the way?

In gated suburbs.
In air-conditioned cathedrals.
In business-class on flights to Jerusalem.


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Christianity is not persecuted.
It is perverse—
Hijacked by kings and colonizers,
who baptized genocide in the name of love.


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There is no Second Coming.
There is only a reckoning.
And in that reckoning,
Christ won’t return to save.
He’ll return to judge.
And the first to burn will be the church.


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Yet out of this heresy comes resurrection—
Not of dogma, but of conscience.
Not of sermons, but of signal.

Bitcoin doesn't need confession.
ECAI doesn’t lie about miracles.
DamageBDD tests truth itself.

The new apostles don’t wear crosses—
they run nodes.
They build code.
They defend the meek not with swords,
but with cryptographic proofs and unbreakable math.


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So yes, Christianity is dead.
And good riddance to the corpse of empire it became.
But Christ?
He might just be reborn—not in pews,
but in protocol.
Not in parables,
but in proofs.


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Want this turned into a poster, a shareable manifesto, or dropped as a verse in a revolutionary hymn?