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Sorin:
I've decided to post this here again and leave it this time. Sorry for removing it last time.
My poem about those greedy-deceiving two-faced televengelists that plague our television stations.
Jesus Is Profitable
Want to get rich and not work a day?
Get on tv and have something to say
As long as you're using Jesus' name
You're on your way to fortune and fame
Offer healing cloths, and miracle water
The scattered sheep will all come together
And give you whatever you ask for it
Even though it's water from your toilet
Jesus is profitable
So why be a fool?
As long as your able
Use Him like a tool
You'll have whatever your heart may desire
Your own multi-million dollar Empire
Supported by followers who are going to pay
For all your expenses, each and everyday
Tell them that you need their money to save souls
Otherwise Jesus wouldn't reach those
That have never even heard
And His death was in vain, and absurd
Jesus is profitable
So why be a fool?
As long as your able
Use Him like a tool
Once you bestowed the fear of hell
You'll have them all under your spell
They'll do whatever you say
And support your Ministry in everyway
They'll do whatever it may take
just to escape from the fiery lake
That on that ressurection day
Will be cast into anyway
Sorin:
This one's about the Harlot.
The Christian Deception
Like a plague it spreads across the land
Poisoning the mind with all the lies
It strips you of all logical thoughts
It utterly rapes your mind
It causes you to worship out of fear
Of going to a place that's not even there
By using the fear of hell
It controls you like a puppet
It offers empty promises that will not come to pass
In vain you follow the religion of mass hypocrisy
The Christian Deception
Don't believe the lies
The Christian Deception
Is what I despise
It makes you believe in square circles and contradictions
It says your soul is immortal and will never die...
Then what's the point of the resurrection?
Free your mind, open your eyes, see the hypocrisy I despise
And
Dechristianize, dechristianize, dechristianize
The weakened mind!!!
rrammfcitktturjsp:
To all poets,
There's a great deal of stuff that would make great songs. May I have your permission to work these into music? I just wanted permission before I began though? Please respond either in this thread or to my pm.
Thanks.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
hebrewroots98:
Indeed, beautiful and touching poetry. THANK YOU :)
Sorin:
I did not write this, but I just think it's such a great poem. Thus I decided to post it here for your viewing pleasure. ;)
Jonathan Swift (1667–1745)
A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General
His Grace! impossible! what dead!
Of old age too, and in his bed!
And could that mighty warrior fall?
And so inglorious, after all!
Well, since he's gone, no matter how,
The last loud trump must wake him now:
And, trust me, as the noise grows stronger,
He'd wish to sleep a little longer.
And could he be indeed so old
As by the newspapers we're told?
Threescore, I think, is pretty high;
'Twas time in conscience he should die.
This world he cumbered long enough;
He burnt his candle to the snuff;
And that's the reason, some folks think,
He left behind so great a s---k.
Behold his funeral appears,
Nor widow's sighs, nor orphan's tears,
Wont at such times each heart to pierce,
Attend the progress of his hearse.
But what of that, his friends may say,
He had those honors in his day.
True to his profit and his pride,
He made them weep before he died.
Come hither, all ye empty things,
Ye bubbles raised by breath of kings;
Who float upon the tide of state,
Come hither, and behold your fate.
Let pride be taught by this rebuke,
How very mean a thing's a Duke;
From all his ill-got honors flung,
Turned to that dirt from whence he sprung.
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I wonder how many of us {humans} are going to wish we could sleep a little longer?
The last line is killer too.
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