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His Flock
written by Genocide Reaper08:59 AM 4/7/05Those who are lost pay this,
lie of a cost.
You claim it all truth.
I call it all a ruse.
If it doesn’t fit your ideology.
You can lavish in the contradicting history.
Praise your Roman Religion.
Sell your soul for a politicians biblical vision.
You stand in line.
Losing your mind.
Filled with brain ringing thoughts.
All so you can follow the flock.
Sheep lead to the slaughter.
Lambs caught in a massacre.
Left without a Shepard.
Who wants to be saved?
All the sheep do is complain!
Living in eternal pain!
Let out in the rain!
Where is your shelter!
Has christ returned YET?!
He’s abandoned you all!
Face it!
Now begin to crawl!
How many more lies must you sit through?
I can see it right now, killing you.
Tearing out your hair.
Screaming to yourself "its not fair!"
Where was your generous christian hands?
When children starved across the land.
More proclamations of christ saving the dead.
How can he? When he’s in HELL!
Where is your faith when you kill in blind haste?
Where is your love when you point the finger in hate?
Your facade has ended, so you can stop pretending.
We all know it by now, you are a bunch of liars.
We can tell. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by butcakes (4-7-2005 - 11:32 AM)
| think what you will. see it how you do. i follow my christ and no one can pull me away from that or make me doubt him. i just want you to know you are only making my faith stronger and my zeal more powerful when you create poetry such as this. christ has not yet come because he is giving people like yourself time to see the truth. i wont say anymore, ive listened to your point of view, so heres mine. =D |
by XpaperdollX (4-7-2005 - 10:54 PM)
| Well unlike butcakes I go with this poem all the way. I liked it a lot it was well written as always. In my eyes your the Speaker of the truth!!! |
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