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Array ( [sid] => 15426 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Angels and Djinni [time] => 2003-04-01 20:41:19 [hometext] => A poem about the real Islamic faith, not the one they tell you about on tv. [bodytext] => Fire, fire, save my baby,
maybe you could wave the navy
over to the pool of gravy
that we feed our dogs.

Once upon a grand old while,
sit right there and stay awhile,
this rant will go on for miles.
Let’s start here. We’re lost.

I wished upon a shooting star
But it went out ‘fore it went far
And now we’re stuck in boiling tar,
Raping the U.N..

I lie down in a parking lot.
Thank you, lord, that hit the spot
And now my mind will worry not.
Arma-get-it-on.

Parking cones and parking drakes
Fought over the parking breaks
And parking broke what parking makes,
Back to what I said.

The king of seas and king of Jews
Fought Allah, lord of Muslim views,
But cried when he found out the news
That his dad was dead.

The sun king held his Trusted’s hand
And thrust his word onto the land
With reprimand, naval command
Yelled “Hail to the Celts.”

The druid wars for eons wrought
To sunder ali baba’s plot
To break apart his neighbor’s lots
And smother him with welts.

So where do all these paths collide?
In the desert, you can’t hide,
For Satan searches far and wide
To see which side he’s on.

The crossroads fork the Cross, and torque
the loss caused by our mighty boss
into two parts of equal loss
of knowledge to a gun.

This story really has no plot,
But this old rant has hit the spot.
I’m sure that there’s more I forgot,
But then again, hey, maybe not.

You take the lessoned I’ve bestowed,
And listen well to what I’ve told
And bend it to fit your own mold
And maybe weigh your weight in gold. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 11 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )

Angels and Djinni

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Tuesday, 1st April 2003 @ 08:41:19 PM in AEST
Topic: ChristianPoetry

Fire, fire, save my baby,
maybe you could wave the navy
over to the pool of gravy
that we feed our dogs.

Once upon a grand old while,
sit right there and stay awhile,
this rant will go on for miles.
Let’s start here. We’re lost.

I wished upon a shooting star
But it went out ‘fore it went far
And now we’re stuck in boiling tar,
Raping the U.N..

I lie down in a parking lot.
Thank you, lord, that hit the spot
And now my mind will worry not.
Arma-get-it-on.

Parking cones and parking drakes
Fought over the parking breaks
And parking broke what parking makes,
Back to what I said.

The king of seas and king of Jews
Fought Allah, lord of Muslim views,
But cried when he found out the news
That his dad was dead.

The sun king held his Trusted’s hand
And thrust his word onto the land
With reprimand, naval command
Yelled “Hail to the Celts.”

The druid wars for eons wrought
To sunder ali baba’s plot
To break apart his neighbor’s lots
And smother him with welts.

So where do all these paths collide?
In the desert, you can’t hide,
For Satan searches far and wide
To see which side he’s on.

The crossroads fork the Cross, and torque
the loss caused by our mighty boss
into two parts of equal loss
of knowledge to a gun.

This story really has no plot,
But this old rant has hit the spot.
I’m sure that there’s more I forgot,
But then again, hey, maybe not.

You take the lessoned I’ve bestowed,
And listen well to what I’ve told
And bend it to fit your own mold
And maybe weigh your weight in gold.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-04-01 20:41:19]
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Re: Angels and Djinni (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 2nd April 2003 @ 10:03:10 PM AEST
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i love this, thanks for sharing, much to think about:) hugs nessa

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