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Priests

Priest! Ha! utter unto my ears

why you would dare bother

to face your whimsy fears?

 

Priest! Fool! Throw your toys away!

Your god is vain, you, insane,

and to Him you'll inevitably sway!

 

Your power on Earth is derived from fear

that you should burn in hell

and so preach to all that lend an ear

to lie to them of hell

 

Priest! Fool! Know ye not of Micheal's sword?

which perversely fell, and began to rust

as shall all the faithful to the faithless lord!

 

Priest! Ha! Your incompetence is great

to think that petty water and blood

may help you avert your fate!

Accept your fate!

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Written by
kevin-michael-anderson
American
Published
Jul 6, 2010
Lines·Words
17·109
Notes

I strongly disagree with preachers believing in going to Heaven, because, if they are so worried of NOT going to Heaven, and must join the Church to state their faith, then surely they are unsure and are afraid of God, rather than loving him.

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