Sunday, November 23, 2014

a poem by gary pelow

followers of jesus, followers of christ, followers of moses, filled with hate, for the pagan for each other, god is love yet he burns people for eternity, or calls on his followers to behead the heathen, no logic in that faithful insanity, the world must turn from superstitions, virgin births, nonsense, risen from tombs, nonsense, yet i would be forced to believe under penalty of death, you marvel at my ridicule off superstitions, your superstitions , not mine, if you become rulers o superstitous ones, freedom is gone, under the penalty of gods who do not exist, and what of satan, another fantasy of the big three, who control the globe through fairy tales, i scream no to yourr magical man who lives the sky, i say this as i look you in the eye

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