Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus Poem
Last part of poem "Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus" Religion says slave, Jesus says son, Religion puts you in shackles but Jesus sets you free. Religion makes you blind, but Jesus lets you see.
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Last part of poem "Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus" Religion says slave, Jesus says son, Religion puts you in shackles but Jesus sets you free. Religion makes you blind, but Jesus lets you see.
Our father who isn't in heaven. Your power has faded. It has been taken over by hatred. You must regret this world you once created. But it is out of your hands. Away with his plans.
(Yeah, there's "language" here. Get over it. Grow up. Seriously, be like, 16 or more.) You're so damn holy in your pinstriped suits. You never let us see you in your Nazi boots.
Mom says I have so much hate within me; that's it's not good; life's too short for it. When a woman writes about rape turning into a love story; name me a reason, to take my head out of the lavatory.
My halo is a runned down and abused metal ring. I refuse any more to try to shine the damned thing. If you have to work so hard and be so perfect to go through the pearly gate.
Inspired by DaddyDoDahs piece Gods. Thank you for the inspiration. Send your common sense off to bed. We're serving up religious doctrine for your head.
For Gods Sake How can you be so self assured, When nothing ever matters anymore. How does it feel to be dreaming your real. Do you wake in a new place with a new race. Let's be friends said a vicar.
Salty breath of the oceans spray, Forever breathing, night and day, The land may envy the oceans flow, While the water..well...you know.
the only time this world was at peace was when there was no religion.
This was the first thing I wrote, about 2 months ago. Enjoy!.
Easter Message: Christ Did Not Die For Sin by Johnathan Brooks First, what do we all know about Easter. That Christ died for our sins and resurrected on the third day.
By no extent of the imagination am I suggesting that I'm a saint when it comes to being a hypocrite; I hate bitches, but honestly I can be one.