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Various Heresies 8

Various Heresies 8 These are heretical poems with heresies about the bible, god, jesus christ and christianity. Red State Religion Rejection Slip by Michael R. Burch I’d like to believe in your LORD but I really can’t risk it when his world is as badly composed as a half-baked biscuit. Evil Cabal by Michael R. Burch those who do Evil do not know why what they do is wrong as they spit in ur eye. nor did Jehovah, the original Devil, when he murdered eve, our lovely rebel. yet another post-partum christmas blues poem by michael r. burch ur GAUD created hell; it’s called the earth; HE mused u briefly, clods of little worth: "let’s conjure some little monkeys to be BIG RELIGION’s flunkeys!" GAUD belched, went back to sleep, such was ur birth. wee the many by michael r. burch wee never really lived: was that our fault? now thanks to ur GAUD wee lie in an underground vault. wee lie here, the little ones ur GAUD despised! HE condemned us to death before wee opened our eyes! as it was in the days of noah, it still remains: GAUD kills us with floods he conjures from murderous rains. Untitled ur poems since GOD created u so gullible how did u conclude HE’s so lovable? —Michael R. Burch limping to the grave under the sentence of death, should i praise ur LORD? think i’ll save my breath! —Michael R. Burch Double Dactyls Sniggledy-Wriggledy Jesus Christ’s enterprise leaves me in awe of the rich men he loathed! But should a Sadducee settle for trifles? His disciples now rip off the Lord they betrothed. ?Michael R. Burch Donald Double Dactyl Higgledy Piggledy Ronald McDonald cursed Donald Trump, his least favorite clown: "Why should I try to be funny as Donald? He gets all the laughs saying upside is down!" ?Michael R. Burch Keywords/Tags: heresy, heresies, heretical, god, jesus christ, religion, christian, christianity, christmas, heaven, earth, death, hell, salvation, bible, blasphemy, blasphemous Come Spring by Michael R. Burch for the Religious Right Come spring we return, innocent and hopeful, to the Virgin, beseeching Her to bestow Her blessings upon us. Pitiable sinners, we bow before Her, nay, grovel, as She looms above us, aglow in Her Purity. We know all will change in an instant; therefore in the morning we will call her, an untouched maiden no more, “whore.” The so-called Religious Right prizes virginity in women and damns them for doing what men do.

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