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If God made us the way we are, then what's to stop us from being gay? Did you know that gay used to mean happy In ancient times Ancient, as in just a few years ago, when people were more civilized then us now When they were afraid to speak up in fear of retaliation It is no wonder that now, those who are out of the closet, are drunk on grandiose When the uber religious try to shove their beliefs down your windpipe Until it is so deeply embedded that no amount of surgery could take it out If God hates us, then why would he have made us so perfect? Who's to say it's even a he; when he could be a she If the queen of all species hates us, then why did she create rainbows? Those same rainbows you let your children enjoy, the same rainbow colored toys that you insist are teaching your snot monster to be "gay" Instead of worrying over how to survive that day, take the time to sit at home and relax Drink away your stress with coffee or alcohol that burns not only your tongue but your body and runs an electrifying course like a river after a storm until it reaches your toes and back up to create chemical reactions in your brain; savor the bitter taste it leaves in your mouth and compare it to your past Watch tv that is so lame you cannot help but laugh at the terrible irony and puns Cry over somebody who does not love you and then go out and find someone who does The point is, you are gay and they are not
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
God is Gay
If God made us the way we are, then what's to stop us from being gay? Did you know that gay used to mean happy In ancient times Ancient, as in just a few years ago, when people were more civilized then us now When they were afraid to speak up in fear of retaliation It is no wonder that now, those who are out of the closet, are drunk on grandiose When the uber religious try to shove their beliefs down your windpipe Until it is so deeply embedded that no amount of surgery could take it out If God hates us, then why would he have made us so perfect? Who's to say it's even a he; when he could be a she If the queen of all species hates us, then why did she create rainbows? Those same rainbows you let your children enjoy, the same rainbow colored toys that you insist are teaching your snot monster to be "gay" Instead of worrying over how to survive that day, take the time to sit at home and relax Drink away your stress with coffee or alcohol that burns not only your tongue but your body and runs an electrifying course like a river after a storm until it reaches your toes and back up to create chemical reactions in your brain; savor the bitter taste it leaves in your mouth and compare it to your past Watch tv that is so lame you cannot help but laugh at the terrible irony and puns Cry over somebody who does not love you and then go out and find someone who does The point is, you are gay and they are not
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
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