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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Blasphemy The caustic tongues of the evangelists, Across all creeds and faiths, Seem as brittle as an old bone. For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee 'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone' the caustic tongues of the evangelists... across all religions new-age and the ones of old baffle me even as I hear a single simplistic sermon for they really do, view us all as blind imbeciles scurrying around like faithless vermin the caustic tongues of the evangelists... wag on and dazzle us with visions of an eternal paradise while here and now their hypocrisy festers within their earnest well-meaning eyes... '...dil mein hai khwaaish-e-hoor-o-jannat aur zaahir mein shauk-e-ibaadat bas hamen sheikh-ji aap jaise allah-waalon se allah bachaaye...' '...in your heart you desire the maidens of heaven yet in the now you practice the rituals of piety o' sheikh, may allah protect me from the people of allah like yourself...' is my tongue as caustic as the tongues I write about? if so, then glad am I for they shouldn't be the only ones who preach and rant and continually shout from their pulpits ever so high in the sky from their hubris of comfort in possessing the 'truth' from their 'knowing' that heaven or hell awaits both the strong as well as the meek while oblivious to the reeking foul smell that encourages prejudice and hate and visions not of peace but of endless chants and prayers which they, in their opium haze rattle on and on as they never seem to cease to speak and though I’m sure that all this bile that I have spewed will threaten hurt and offend friend and unfriend and acquaintance alike but... take pity on me instead for it'll surely be I who'll burn eternally impaled by a benevolent god on a slightly warmer than normal day in hell on a crude wooden spike.
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