Pain As a Hobby Viii
I’m back like jack in the box
Is it still called religion
When it is the truth
No, I am not using contractions
These fools offend me when
They come up with this s*** that we
Evolved from apes.
Happy Ape day!
I am about to act a monkey on these clowns
I am sick of these clowns with all of their big
Theories that mean little
This is what you been spending my tax money on
I am going to need a refund
Burn all the textbooks filled with lies
Show me the proof up close and personal
Where is CSI, Horatio Caine and the forensic files
I am bringing down your idea of grandeur
Grandiose fools
I had rather take my chances with Jesus
No apology needed
You went around the world digging up cavemen bones
But still cannot figure out how to make a bland of grass grow
More or less figure out how to create a planet and many more from nothing
Then create a rotational orbit that never fails
The most you have done is figure out to orchestrate a few stop lights
That is right they cannot even manufacture sand
I know God must be looking down from heaven shaking his head
“Look, Michael, the humans are still stuck in the middle ages”
We are in the middle of space trying to figure out where the hell to go to next
There are meteorites bigger than earth that can take us out
And you think I am suppose to be content with your big bang speculations
Bang Bang I need to shoot you in the head
You won’t die though because you have your head stuck up your ass
Bumbaclot, Rasclot I am about to start speaking patwa
I am deeper than the oceans without the oil in them
Go for a swim
See I am engulfed in your circle of opinions
Look at all the different species
God created!
But I guess they evolved to
Evolution is their answer for everything
“Well, yes sir I really don’t know but I have to pretend,
Here is a good reason why I feel this way and profess my
Opinions because I don’t want to feel like someone else is above me.
I truly want to be the end of all of all ya’ll
Let me sell you another pill to make the loneliness go away and I’ll take millions to the bank.
And the final thought of the day there is no creator.”
End Quote.
When they read this in 3008 they going to say a genius wrote it.
Copyright © Tavarus M. Moreland | Year Posted 2010
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