How is this still something people believe?
Holy war.
Like God wrote the orders.
Like heaven signed the launch codes.
Like the creator of the universe
is sitting in a war room
pointing at a satellite photo of Iran
saying,
“Yeah.
Hit that one.”
It’s 2026.
We can livestream Mars.
Map the human genome.
Drop a missile through a window
from six thousand miles away.
But somehow
men trusted with the power
to erase cities
still think the Book of Revelation
is a goddamn battle plan.
They whisper Armageddon
like it’s a promotion.
Talk about prophecy
while staring at screens
glowing with the coordinates
of someone else’s children.
And they call it
holy.
But history knows this trick.
Every “holy war”
was just a regular war
wearing church clothes.
Kings wanted land.
Generals wanted glory.
Empires wanted control.
And somehow
God always seemed to want
the same damn thing.
Crosses on shields.
Crescents on banners.
Scripture shouted
over burning cities.
Faith was the costume.
Power was the play.
And now we’re back again—
another batch of powerful idiots
duct-taping scripture
to a cruise missile.
Because if you convince soldiers
that God wants the fight,
you never have to explain
the oil,
the politics,
the revenge,
the fear.
Just say
prophecy.
And suddenly
every bomb is a prayer.
Every body in the rubble
just part of the plan.
It’s not just stupid.
It’s insane.
Because once you believe
God wants the apocalypse,
peace becomes betrayal.
Mercy becomes weakness.
And the men pushing the buttons
start thinking
they aren’t killing anyone.
They’re just
helping God move things along.
Which might be
the dumbest fucking idea
our species has ever had—
because the last thing
in human history
that needs help
is ending the fucking world.