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[aid] => mick
[title] => God Is
[time] => 2013-01-21 05:25:32
[hometext] => This is about, a friend of mine. Its a retort. He believes that I believe I'm god but I attempt to show him that he himself is what he has a problem with.
[bodytext] => God is. God is some false idea that the religious and the atheist fear alike, God is something you fall back on when you can’t call upon your own internal strength, God is your life God is your death. God is not worried about capitalization… As simple as your petty life is, you must wonder as to where your complex sprung. Maybe from your books, maybe from duddy and mum, but not from yourself. That’s god. God is why you think you are whatever you seem to be, god is why you can play cops and robbers and never worry about negativity. You’re really not intelligent but from where you sit in the clouds, the swine look especially lowly. With your lack of exeptance of this you are always lonely. I never have claimed god as I or he as he, but if there was a god he would be one wrought with adversity. With that, he and I have something in common, maybe my inverse is not quite relevant yet while my life is emotions and ramen. If you looked to your left and then to your right, god I’m all around you. You’re not as intelligent as you thought. You surround the swine with words and wine, they think your smart only if your benign. Its cute friend, seeing this god grow, thinking he is thus but never admitting so, grow yourself some testes and maybe let it show? Put Death behind you friend, cross that river when the bridge is in view, but for now let the preachers teach about you on the pew. Your disciples are so hot, so cool, they must love you. Their young jesus god sprouted from the brownest hue. You hate this about yourself and I do too, this collection of stones you call friends, one day you will rue. They are all igneous and I would see myself as sediment, take that statement and see it as my sentiment, that I am god or anything over that is not what I said I meant, the bar that you set for him to meet will leave your dreams bent, shattered you don’t matter its a fact errr some kind of fagster calling you out on a site devoted to suicide but to say you’re equal to me is the truest lie. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 124 [topic] => 11 [informant] => Rakim [notes] => To maintain the correct comment to poem ratio, please do not comment on your own work. Commenting on your own work does not ensure your reply will be seen. Your comment on this posting has been removed. You can send a private message if you wish to thank someone or respond to them. Thank you. Moderator_18 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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