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self-righteous souls saved from the everyday run of the world skulking throughout the shadows cast by the most holy fallacy grasping at the lost the unknowing and the ****** who don't accept their beliefs as irrefutable excuses to be pretentious   oh how far you will fall when brought low from your exalted pedestal down on your knees, covered in the wretched filth of the masses that you had gazed down upon in all you hypocritical glory everyone looks the same when your eyes have been gouged out you bleed the same as everyone when your too-godly heart is removed you liar, you snake, you backstabbing **** hidden behind accepting smiles go forth and be righteous! go forth and beat down the weak! go forth and fill the world with your treacherous, blasphemous rage! pray for the strength to fell the wicked non-believers pray to keep a closed mind and to be unwavering in your silent hate, mistrust, and suspicion of all those different from you pray to keep your teeth sharp to devour those deemed less holy than thou and go to a fitful, dreamless sleep at night confident in the knowledge that you are saved
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
the garden of eden is filled with snakes
self-righteous souls saved from the everyday run of the world skulking throughout the shadows cast by the most holy fallacy grasping at the lost the unknowing and the ****** who don't accept their beliefs as irrefutable excuses to be pretentious   oh how far you will fall when brought low from your exalted pedestal down on your knees, covered in the wretched filth of the masses that you had gazed down upon in all you hypocritical glory everyone looks the same when your eyes have been gouged out you bleed the same as everyone when your too-godly heart is removed you liar, you snake, you backstabbing **** hidden behind accepting smiles go forth and be righteous! go forth and beat down the weak! go forth and fill the world with your treacherous, blasphemous rage! pray for the strength to fell the wicked non-believers pray to keep a closed mind and to be unwavering in your silent hate, mistrust, and suspicion of all those different from you pray to keep your teeth sharp to devour those deemed less holy than thou and go to a fitful, dreamless sleep at night confident in the knowledge that you are saved
so i wrote this at church today, sitting there and looking around at all the holy people and feeling utterly disillusioned with all the backstabbing and false smiles, all the self-righteous feelings of superiority, and i remembered why i stopped going
ben-2
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
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