Little Black Books
Date: Saturday, 2nd August 2014 @ 03:03:28 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: ArloDisarray
They knock on my door
to preach their good word
of a man who lives up in the sky
They smile and sing
And raise their hands up
with full trust, without ever asking "Why?"
They carry around their little black books
as a weapon to make them feel safe
And although half of them are dirty crooks
It's okay, because they're men of faith
It's an excuse to be hateful
while preaching about love
"We should all be grateful
for our father above"
And if you're not, you'll be out with a forceful shove
because if you have your own mind, you're not good enough
to be a part of this exclusive club
you must be a bad person
if you don't carry around the little black book
and try to shove it down the throats of others
If you follow facts instead of fiction
you must be a witch
So burn me at the stake, because I'm not buying this
Sorry, I don't believe in your God
But I do believe in being a good person for the right reasons and not because you're a spoiled puppy awaiting a treat for not making piddle on the floor.
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