![]() SundayA Poem by Enigma![]() I thought this was perfect.![]() So I’m a blasphemous, assless chaps wearing Gay rights activist, who sits in your pulpit a culprit Of every sin in your pulpless Popeless hopeless book of lies Because I’m morally obligated to petition the gays rights More crooked than a Westborro Baptist church strike Oops I meant those liberal hippy, propaganda slander using a*s wipes Masturbating hating scientifically equating, those idiots obviously never heard that Christ is always right Because Adam and Eve, I believe, were the very first human beings And I follow, the Ten commandments No lying, killing, cheating, or blasphemist antics Because only god can answer my prayers to cure cancer And end my addiction, maybe I’ll find answers in Leviticus So please somebody riddle me this If god loves all of his children, then does he hate dicks Cause heavens occupancy must be a minus one What kind of father martyrs his only son Or should I say himself Because that weird orgy of a story has Me stiff over which thumb I stick in which orifice © 2014 EnigmaAuthor's Note
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