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Array ( [sid] => 80863 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sunday Morning [time] => 2005-01-21 13:51:45 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I wake up on Sunday morning and only wish for tomorrow
There is no football game but I still don’t want to go to church
I’ll sell my soul now even though I will reap what I sow
I don’t need any religion and I don’t need to search

I’ll stay home and do the dishes
I’ll stay home and do the laundry
You only have to leave me out of Sunday and you’ll meet all my wishes
I’ll take my chances and scrap my own way out of my quandary

Why do you keep asking me to go to that awful place?
**** your sermon and **** your godhead
If you don’t leave me alone I will bury my fist in your face
If you don’t quit it right now I won’t be able to stop till you’re dead

Stop getting dressed in your fancy sinner clothes
Stop writing that check to support their evil cause
Now look at what you made me do to your nose
You won’t even stop the bleeding with a mile of gauze

Is this what it felt like to crucify our Lord?
Hey, we can have church right here in this room
Here, you make your own cross with these two boards
If blood and water comes out when I stab you then I’ll prepare you a nice tomb [comments] => 4 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 13 [informant] => kratur [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Sunday Morning

Contributed by kratur on Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 01:51:45 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I wake up on Sunday morning and only wish for tomorrow
There is no football game but I still don’t want to go to church
I’ll sell my soul now even though I will reap what I sow
I don’t need any religion and I don’t need to search

I’ll stay home and do the dishes
I’ll stay home and do the laundry
You only have to leave me out of Sunday and you’ll meet all my wishes
I’ll take my chances and scrap my own way out of my quandary

Why do you keep asking me to go to that awful place?
**** your sermon and **** your godhead
If you don’t leave me alone I will bury my fist in your face
If you don’t quit it right now I won’t be able to stop till you’re dead

Stop getting dressed in your fancy sinner clothes
Stop writing that check to support their evil cause
Now look at what you made me do to your nose
You won’t even stop the bleeding with a mile of gauze

Is this what it felt like to crucify our Lord?
Hey, we can have church right here in this room
Here, you make your own cross with these two boards
If blood and water comes out when I stab you then I’ll prepare you a nice tomb




Copyright © kratur ... [ 2005-01-21 13:51:45]
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Re: Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 04:57:08 PM AEST
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I'm not very religious myself but this poem sort of offended me. I don't agree with what it is saying but your feelings about the church are very well laid out and expressed.


Re: Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by Dying_Angel on Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 05:32:21 PM AEST
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im an atheist an sure i can under stand what your feeling...but if this was to take your anger out on something great but not the best...but do tell who ever this is thats making you go that you respecct that they go to church an u let them go as long as they respect you an let you stay home...maybe? ( god i sound like someones mum!) Jen


Re: Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by OnAngelswings on Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 07:30:21 PM AEST
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Everyone is entitled to believe as they wish...no-one should be made to feel quilty for doing so...we are all different, but not everyone gets that...sorry...Shari


Re: Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 10:32:46 PM AEST
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very nice. expressed yourself well. =] dont make it too nice...




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