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Graff1980
Poems
Sep 2020
Untitled 510
He stood and shook,
the crook who took,
us all for Schnucks.
Pulpit pusher who
spit venom and lies
at those guys
in the pews.
Promised eternity,
but it was up to me
if I suffered
or excelled
beyond the pits of hell.
Not a wit of wisdom
was given
just lies proclaiming
that I should be taming
any skepticism.
He passed the plate,
but I left earlier
while others stayed late.
I am free while he
takes his sheep
and prepares to leave
for the end of days.
Looking forward to
the pain, plagues,
and the agony
of oh so many
people who do not
share his faith.
Seems like only a sociopath
would accept that
the majority of humanity
will burn for eternity.
But that smug mug grins
looking forward to
the bitter biblical end.
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Graff1980
43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)
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