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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Simple Thing
[time] => 2015-10-27 00:08:53
[hometext] => My bubble burst, so I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not.
[bodytext] => My lord, how the Lord would laugh thunderous guffaws at the Guff; (hilarious stuff!) Talmudic laws, no pork- wrong hand! Eat right or off with you to Charon's oars to beyond in the grasp of Jehovah's hand. Descendants of Cain, Ye' blood of the slayer, cursed to carry the dead brother's flayer- Sip that Mogen David- I said “Sip!”, not slip under Wal Mart's pressed-wood alter for a nip or nipple slip or two- Oh, shame, shame, shame on all of you! And wafers! Where in the hell is the body of Christ? I ordered three hundred and Fed Ex dropped the ball- no tracking number, nothing at all- Oh, snap! all those supplicants doomed for lack of those wafers, pressed Chinese sliced pieces of crap. Shiva? Hello? Where are you these days? Death got you down, to many drowned? Floating phalanges attached in the Ganges, Tired of mundane millions of Hindi's expiring, perspiring, fly ridden baby to aged- Vishnu one up now, all in a rage? Guess not, not a sound nor a peep, you lazy Hindu god fast asleep. Yes..we'll say you're asleep. Oh, Mohammad? Knock knock! You crock, you late bloomer you, Billions of heads pressed to earth- impressive for one so new! What message what magic what rules did you spew to grab them by nations, swallowing libations, forbidding so much while alcohol free. Perhaps twelve year old wives and the promise of lives beyond death, forever a fest of virgins to be. Let's ask just one- one of those billions- “What?” No answer? Not even one to confirm the virgins are waiting and wanting in turn? Oh- well let's go to Smith- Joe, or Joseph- how goes that window Nauvoo when they knew threw you out of? Into the night, off to the west with no rules, no Christ to give rise to the issue of multiple wives? Idiots following self proclaimed mystics- fools swallowing convenient loose moral rules. Some perhaps for your niece or at least your best buddies daughter in trade for a sweet future piece. Just touching on few of salvations promised, some old some new, all promising promises logical, believable, so full of truth- (Laughing so hard I just-) pull one from the shelf, what suits yourself, but, God forbid you just look to God- not a book, a charismatic look. No one says just mind your soul tis all you need... God doesn't eat, he hath no need to feed. Below, or here or above, God seeks one thing only, (and not for him) but within you, a soul of pure love. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 11 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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