Insecurity On High, By Brian37
Offline Insecurity On High, By Brian37
I made the firmament
Just for you
I dotted the skies
With pretty lights
I gave you the fair
To subordinate
So your clan
Could procreate
I gave you my word
To share with all
To question me
You shall fall
I cannot take
Your blasphemy
I am consumed
With jealousy
If you expose
Reality
That you make me up
And simply believe
I have nothing
I am nothing
I will die
No cartoons
No questioning
No enlightenment
It frightens me
All I have
Or will ever be
Is my omnipotent
Insecurity
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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Shunning the rich while propping up the poor
showing me the way to your fun loving door
Eating the sick and exploiting with war
Getting slap happy with sin and gamorrah
drinking cheap wine and forgiving a whore
Raking in cash and other things you consider free
The cows have come home and you start in with glee
to end my life and your own misery
Stirring up madness and strife without end
you stand on that soapbox till the podium bends
Look out the window at all of your living dead
while I stay right here in the shade knowing
"your jesus is a poopy head."
Faith is the word but next to that snugged up closely "lie's" the want.
"By simple common sense I don't believe in god, in none."-Charlie Chaplin