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Fat Reprobate Manly Heat Rash

Contributed by kratur on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 11:38:29 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

The prayerman told the boy to repent
And the boy told him that he was just preaching to the molested choir
The prayerman told the churchgoers to tithe
And they told him to sell his Rolex

I laughed when you said that the Bible was a myth
And I scoffed when you declared true love to be a lie
You told me that I haven’t a dime in my bank account
And I thanked you for your two cents

The prayerman told the wild islanders to believe
And they told him that they first must see
The prayerman told the heathens to give thanks
And they told him to offer substance instead of words

Your metamorphosis
Is hideous
Caterpillars are more beautiful
Than the most colorful butterflies
Because caterpillars are unique
And butterflies only mimic their predators

He was shocked when the Jew would not consider Jesus
He was appalled when the blasphemite would not bow the knee
If the prayerman can live up to his own standards
Then the camel can walk through the eye of a needle

Secrets and lies
Beautiful eyes
Show me your filth
If I see a flaw I’ll know it’s the truth

We looked at the prayerman’s medical sheet
And saw that he was dying of a gay venereal disease
Fat reprobate manly heat rash
The last breath of a prayerman
He told himself to ask for forgiveness one last time
And then he saw for himself that there was a tunnel with no light

Copyright Â© kratur ... [ 2005-01-17 11:38:29]
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Re: Fat Reprobate Manly Heat Rash (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 12:08:02 PM AEST
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excellent. lots of the verses i liked, but this one was priceless,
"You told me that I haven’t a dime in my bank account
And I thanked you for your two cents" no pun intended...

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