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Contributed by iesha on Thursday, 18th September 2008 @ 11:49:35 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

God, the so called creator of life.
He who is supposedly infallible, but is not.
He may sit on his mountain spouting judgement,
But he will never lay judgement upon my head.

Your God, the faultless higher being,
Has made his mistake in creation.
I know this for every morning I see the blunder.
This blunder is not in a tree, a tiger or a deer.
I see the fault in my mirror,
Staring back at me with wide demon eyes.

He fights to control me with his mindless drones.
Sending them forth to purge me of the demons,
But I fight the persute, being true to who I am.
They try to prosecute me for not being like them.

In God you are supposed to be free.
He is supposed to set you free from sin.
But you are not free in this so called God.
You are in fear of his judgement,
Falling on you and crushing your soul.
You walk in fear of his almighty hand.

I walk through the valley of darkness,
And no fear passes through my heart.
I know that for the evils I think,
I will not be sent to eternal damnation.
The wrongs I do, I will be punished in this life time.
There is not a man sitting on a hill deciding MY fate.

I defy those who attempt to calm my inner beasts.
I will continue to sin and rebel against the forces.
You can call me a heathen or pagan it will not phase me.
I am true to who I was, am and will be,
And not bound by a God created for peace of mind.

Take me to the man you call God,
Show him he is not perfect and almighty.
Show him his mistake in creating life.
Show him the demon that defies his words.
Show me to the God who does not exist

Copyright © iesha ... [ 2008-09-18 11:49:35]
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