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Children Die In the Middle East...

Christ himself was born here, ...so many souls die... Wars and hatred reside... peace, non existant... people pray, many... ...prey on each other... ethnic cleansing, mad men... execute, they pick up arms... for their brains don't work... violent devils, without mercy... the safety of our children, secondary... these men, born of women,... devil seed spawn from man... religious archaic thinking damned! these mindsets we do not want... the violence, leave it all to rot... this world filled with such hatred... all based on a belief... ...what religion god aspired to... what people "think" god believed... thankful, most of us have our beliefs in check...for most we realise, religion was heaven sent but the message replaced... by contortionst's who could read but couldn't comprehend... ...for gods' message is always one of love...compassion and tolerance tell me how could anyone get this message so wrong... ...on the way down here...the spiritual understood... ...believer beware...the preacher of falsehood... ...man made scriptures, self designed to provocate, intimidate... but ...the real creator waits... ...and the believers keep the faith... ...God resides in love... this is where God waits... when children start paying with their innoncence, their lives... I turn my back on religion... and all of mans' twisted lies... I see the pictures on tv childrens' bodies carried out, I am ashamed to be part of this thing we call the human race... Murderous bastards' hang your heads in shame...just hang your head from somewhere high, you are the ones, that should die... ...you are the ones to blame... crucify your spirit, cleanse your hatred soul, curse all mindsets who follow you, off to hell you go!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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