for the GOD that failed

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Tis piece is writtien for and about god...if your like me...you'll understand my words.


Listen up...you stinking piece of shit..
you cocksucking yellow belleyed bastard...
your flunked!
you hear me???
your failed!
you imaginary fuck!!!!!!!

Hear me now...this is my prayer..
it's just you and me now lord...
who shall prevail???

Let's began at the basics...
easy enough for you to understand...
your a cock sucking piece of shit...my man!,
would you like me to begin my prayer with that?
you and your father can go to hell! you can lick the balls of a bull in mid july on a cattle drive...and wish for more!

Let's get down to it...you imaginary piece of dust...you didn't creat me, nor the world,
as it says in the "good book" handed from above.
Your a fuck!
your miricals a sham!
where the fuck we're you...when I was molested as a lad???
good versus bad....
light versus darkness....
the good always triumphs the evil????
swallow that and jack yourself off you
miserable fuck....
the good always loses...
the evil always wins...
and you...
fuck head...
always sits on your cloud and watches...
your fancied dreams...
were made by man
too afraid to face
a death as his end...

your followers...called christians
they're the worst of the lot...
judging others...but never judging themselves not!
hoping for a life in the here after...
too stupid to know we're worm food...

Fuck....God!? are you stupid??? I looked like your biblical son...and was persecuted! My crime? my long hair! wasn't your son Jesus represented that way?
and to think...if jesus really existed...that he died on a cross to save this rancid race of humans...
well...
all I can say...
the jokes on him...
for the folks that share this earth
are idiots...and idiots can't be blamed of sin...
can they?
speak up....
you stupid fuck!
....that is my prayer...
and before I forget...
amen.
Fuck you Lord, god, white cloud....
fuck you all to hell.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Whose God?

If someone else's idea of God doesn't work for you, find your own idea of God.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Performance poem?

I can see the author reading this to a mesmerized - if slightly shocked - audience but reading it cold it loses some of it's power.

I can understand the typos etc made in the passion of birth but, maybe, a look over it to clean it up would help - if you wanted it cleaner. Some artists think the raw original is sacred. As I said in an earlier comment, keep writing.

SavgeWolfSavgeWolfalmost 20 years agoAuthor
Response from author....

Rant? Angry? Very well could be. What you perceive in my writing is your own. Thanks much for reading it and taking the time to respond though. As far as "young man"..."left school too soon"...your a wee bit short on that one friend. Turnin forty this year. Been a member(unactive)of Mensa since I was talked into takin the test back in 85'. My typos and my misspellings are not a good indication of my intelligence. Just as my appearance is not indicative to the type of man I am. In truth, I'm just a US Postal Worker, with a long list of "might have beens" in my past. Peace to you partner...thanks for reading my "rants".

YDDYDDalmost 20 years ago
A rant

Much anger and many mistakes

So much it hides any truth.

Written in the style of an angry young man who quit school too soon.

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