Preface: I just kind of wrote this bit after watching Dark Knight and talking to one of my friends over coffee about religion being used obscure the truth. I would also like to state that I grew up in a conservative religious town, and feel that a little bit of chaos is needed in our lives. It would be rather boring with out, don't you think? Anyway, here... we... GO!
There was a boy born in a hamlet.
He wanted acceptance, to be let in.
To spread repentance, for your sins.
He wanted you to be pure.
To go and atone.
But only because he was alone.
The people said, inside their heads.
The boy, the gall, looks down on all.
Smug little brat I wish he'd fall.
Lil' busy body, do-gooder.
Don't want shit from him.
I won't be listening.
That ain't fair, it's really not.
I'm giving it all I've got.
This isn't really for myself.
All I ever wanted was to help.
Why did no one help another.
Was it too much of a bother?
And so the saint fell into despair.
No helped the helper.
Just let him suffer.
He had a mission so we could atone.
But nobody came, so he suffered alone.
No one came to support, or help.
So he turned in upon himself.
The boy was hurt.
The boy was bitter.
All he ever got was a smirk and a titter.
Things began to change his view of the world.
His smile became broken and curled.
Into an unyielding sneer of defiance.
Looking back my eyes get misted.
I used to be pure, now I'm purely twisted.
I don't really remember what happened that day.
But I thank all those who made me this way.
I'm a cynical saint, hip hip hooray!
Life goes on like a pick up truck.
It wont stop until everyone is fucked.
The "Sermon" goes on...
We are the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve.
If "God" cast them out, and had his revenge on them.
What makes you think he likes us?
He most likely HATES us.
So why do we suck up to this "God".
If anything, he just wants to be left alone.
It's up to us to help ourselves, because we are not special.
We are clay left over from "God's" workshop, leftovers.
And thus we will mold ourselves into whatever we want to be.
Planet killers, leaders, sheep, ones with the sky earth and sea.
Thus is my command, sheep.all those who follow me.
Spread my word, the word of "D"
I'm no regular saint but one of "D"
I need no church, I have the world.
by the masses I was Ordained.
Saint of "D" or the "Stained"
My first commandment.
" Let it Out"
HAhahahahahahaHAHAHAAH!
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You'd think with so many hyper-christians in our town, a lot more service work would get done. like, seriously, if they were all as religious and believed in the power of love and helping others as they say they do (not that I've heard them SAY they are), the food shelf would never have to have another drive, the homeless would be staying with those who have guest bedrooms, no one would be kicked out of high school because their principle attained PRIVATE photos of two boys making out (it's a good story. Pella Christian is nuts).
ps. I think the word you're looking for is "sheeple". sheep + people.
pps. I'm confused. Do you believe there's a god but that he hates you or do you not believe in a god and you like to mess with the shallow-of-faith?
atheist, but opened minded to the point of agnosticism. I don't know what I believe, but I do know i enjoy messing with others.
thanks Cameron!
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