Poetry

Vati-trash-can

To list the gods from a to z,

Would take almost eternity.

Man’s madness for the supernatural,

Is anything but true and factual.

Super daddy we create,

To punish those who masturbate.

To murder is a horrid sin,

Unless we’re at war and we need to win.

Do not think, submit and kneel,

And just like sheep, content you’ll feel.

Give us your money and we’ll stow it away.

We’ll rail against science and those who are gay.

We tell you how to live, and what happens when you die.

Obey us, Obey us or in hell you will fry.

Heaven awaits for those who will follow,

Odd myths of the past, so foolish and hollow.

Now why is it that most believe.

That once a virgin did conceive.

A messiah of a myth we’d heard before,

In mythras Apollo and many more.

He walked on the water,

He raised up the dead.

Turned their water to wine,

Gave them fishes and bread.

He was nailed to a cross,

For the things that he said.

Spent 3 days in a cave,

Then rose from the dead.

To many it’s real,

But to many it’s crap.

A fairy tale story,

For some dumb stupid saps.

Can’t you see how they use it,

To control what you do.

To beat up on the faggot,

Or murder the jew.

This is the truth,

People are afraid to die,

So you fill their up their heads,

With distortions and lies.

To take their money and steal their lives.