I Don't like to disrespect Jesus Only because I like his moral teachings Wouldn't give a damn about his preachings If it wasn't so in sync with What I'm starting to believe in When it comes to how I'm living, And the thoughts that I'm giving About the casualties in morality, A little dose of reality Could get the scale balancing, Between dreaming and actuality, A limit to rationality Is all that religion needs To make the fan base brutality Go down with the activities Of going into nations For a biblical vacation For those we act gingerly Then turn around faster Than a fired-at Calvary Getting shot at in battle, Yet they still babble About the loosely connect morals And the over powered mortals That control the huge rabble And try to make them travel, On the blood stained gravel, Because God sent down his hammer, We just call it Justice's Gavel, When that shouldn't really matter Because there shouldn't be a pattern In the way the church rules And the way we are governed They just use it as a cover, Or their justification, To rule over the world, And to control all the nations, While the preachers take your daughters For chronic masturbation, And you're sent there to battle Without the realization That you only fight the Muslims, Because you are a Christian, When they really believe the same thing With just different names. And they like to blame Muhammad With World Trade Bombings, When the government were the only ones In the same buildings Just not the victims, But only one crawled out the wreckage. They wont tell you that Christians read the same passage As the Muslims once did, But they're quick to blame Bin Laden, Because he has a twisted face, And is a Disney like villain, And they're fighting for the same place, One just comes with virgins, But I'd rather have a haven then a heaven. Rather have a safe place then a replacement, Rather be in a house than a basement, A field and not pavement. Rather be a tree than a cumulus; Rather than amusement, I'll be still on a corner shouting, Against marching in the wrong movement. It can really be proven, But that doesn't mean you're stupid, But it can lead to the ignorance Of over thought out conclusions Enough to make you lose it, And became a little racist Against the Middle East, When that's the birthplace of your Savior, Who doesn't support behavior That is this violent So when you try to support him, You really aren't reliant, On your God to give you strength, Or your mind to give you knowledge. So you really are defiant Against your prophet as an assailant, When you try to bring bereavement By throwing bombs at them, You better expect a reaction That is equal in violence. When that really isn't the answer, Not even close to a cure. If your morals were still around, You'd know it is absurd.
This is just an assortment of my completed poems, without editing, and exactly how they come out of my head. Do not expect to find nothing but coal, or nothing but diamonds; it goes both ways. All of these are poems, and a majority are rants, but none the less enjoy the thoughts inside of my head
Sunday, July 24, 2011
The Fallacy
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