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Eternal
written by Genocide Reaper01:50 AM 4/4/05Eternally standing with my heretic’s of blaspheme.
I stand against the cattle compelled to live in Christianity.
Fools, worshipping their own enemy.
Blood of the lamb, spilled not upon the cross.
Blood of the lamb, burning in Hells broth.
Pay me in your death.
In must be fulfilled, you must take the final breath.
Make your pessimistic pledge!
Dangling in a noose, upon the edge.
You can finally see, the humanity you love, ruled by greed.
godless they sit, they saturate, they stagnate, progression of priorities,
Nonexistent, creating the rules as they travel along.
Pushing their beliefs onto all they see fit, anyone else is wrong.
It matters not how quick witted you are.
They shall bring at your feet, total war.
In return the righteous suffer without salvation.
Knowing the truth, there shall not be a Christian revelation.
Jesus is dead!
Face Gods hand!
In Hell he rots!
Admit it now!
There is nothing you’ve got!
The truth you claim to have!
Was never brought!
It was a demons plot!
Fight your wars with Muslims and atheist.
Kill one another, leave the rest in peace!
When all man’s evil is done.
All shall be won.
In the highest point of Heaven we will be.
Looking down upon the fools, condemned to eternal misery! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by The Pope (Clayton) (4-4-2005 - 04:09 AM)
| Hah! I love it, you speak hard, cold, meaningful words, words of tuth in my eyes, You are like me, you see how things really are here. God isnt the one in control as everyone thinks. The demons will have their way with us all. While the other in wait, sitting in a pit of shit.
Grasping life wondering whether
You are doomed to breathe never
Long lasting. Eternal life and forever.
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by Genocide Reaper (4-4-2005 - 04:43 AM)
| I'm not sure if you understand what I'm saying. God doesn't 'want' control. Free will is in place, its up to us to decide where we go when we die. Cowards burn, junkies, child molestors, ect.. Anyone that doesn't have the strength to fight that little evil glinch in there head.. When you 'know' its wrong, and do it anyway. Makes it a sin. My poem is more of a speak too Christians, Atheist, and Muslims. Their whole perspective portrays them as servants to God, except atheist, they say there is no god, and are a slave to nothing, yet. Everything, which is a fine contradiction. To me, Christ was a demon, and muslims just get brainwashed because they blindly follow, as do Christians, and most atheist are a bunch of kids saying. "poor me." So in my eyes, they are ruled by the demons within themselves. |
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