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[aid] => mick
[title] => My God
[time] => 2010-01-31 12:42:14
[hometext] => i was going to post this in 'anti-religious poetry', but sadly, no such topic exists.
[bodytext] => And as the ice melts from your fair lips, Your eyes turn on and flicker, white drips, This is no miracle, my friend, this was meant to be, I say, What! How! There can be no way! Apart from the work of the glorious master, Who hides behind trees and under carpets of leaves, Never looking back at what he has made, Never thinking over what he portrayed, When he designed this place. Erm, no, I pray, this is not god I speak of today, Well not god in the way, You and your religions depict him and display, His so virtuous self and good natured ideas, That just fall off the tips of the ends of his fingers. This is my god; My reasons my thoughts. My ideas that just fall off the tips of the ends of my fingers, Because when you awaken from death in the far off future, they will look back at this and say, This man, boy, child, thing, He wasn’t far off when saying what he had to say, ‘There is no god!’ Well not in the way, You and your religions depict him and display, His so virtuous self and good natured ideas, That just fall off the tips of the ends of his fingers. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jimmy_Harlequin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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