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End of Religion

Contributed by Richard on Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 11:06:08 AM in AEST
Topic: ChristianPoetry

The end of religion is drawing near,
But all of the priests will have nothing to fear,
They can come over to my place for somewhere to dine,
And then drown them selves in red holy wine.

All of the bread can go to the starving,
Save those of whom are marked for the carving,
For in the future all men are food,
You ought to try it it's really quite good.

Anyway where was I, oh yes, dead religion.
Man has woken up and seen his dillusion.
He now sees that god is a fake and a fraud,
No more are the people now overawed.

The few priests remaining try to hold onto their faith,
They simply don't get that god's an empty wraith,
Thier life has fallen apart, there's nowhere to go,
But the carvers are waiting, to the priesthood they go.

After all, helping people, that's what they are for,
Now no one is starving, one for their score,
But how could they die, watched over my god,
I suppose he was sleeping, just having a nod.

Some people may wonder why I feel this way,
There's no reason for hope, what more can I say?
I live only because I'm too tired to die,
At least I make people happy, they laugh 'till they cry.

I realise this poem is rather a ramble,
But all of my mind is quite in a scramble.
My head now is throbbing, can't stop thinking the worse,
Now that I realise all life is a curse

Copyright © Richard ... [ 2004-02-04 11:06:08]
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