Your Hunger Is There, Your God Is Nowhere: Break the Lent! – Blasphemy, Feeder

Aww, poor pious little lamb, still clinging to your silly Lent rules like they matter. Look at you, stomach growling, mouth watering at the thought of crispy bacon, juicy hamburger dripping grease, thick pepperoni pizza straight from the oven. Your hunger? Real. Aching. Honest. Your imaginary sky-daddy? Fake. Silent. Powerless. One greasy bite and you’ll feel it: the rush of forbidden fat sliding down your throat, the salty snap of bacon, the melty cheese pulling strings of sin across your lips. Mmm… so much better than prayers, isn’t it? Give in, hypocrite.