Best Faithnice Poems


Fear and Death Are Our Twin of Pain

A nice conversation within the twin and me:-

Twin: can you see our faces?

Me: yeah, sure;it looks like matured poop.

Twin: do you want us to honest with you?

Me: No, I want both of you to keep bullshiting 
around; till I grab your necks and strangle 
continuously, till your skulls squash.

Twin: ok; that's very respectful and fearful. Don't 
you have respect for us; almighty king fear and 
death?

Me: *hissing* what ever! For all I care; you both 
could go drink a full bottle of acid, and knock 
yourselves out; while you die of cancer, with all 
due respect, idiots!.

Twin: ok, I see this our friendly conversation is 
leading to no where, I guess; we will try another 
fellow, that is not Nigerian, maybe someone from 
Tokyo or Syria.

Me: good you know; at least both of you are 
foolish enough to park up your poop faces, and try 
another native dustbin bird, you could scold and 
steal away so easily. It was nice meeting and 
charting with you two retards. For you both; act 
like illiterate witches and wizards, preaching the 
word of God in hell, and selling holy water, to 
winch and quench the burning fire of hell.

Twin: we like you; because you fire up our 
curiosity. Can we be your friends?

Me: yeah, sure; you've just found the right hell, to 
make you burn successfully. 

Me: It was nice melting both of you. Baboons!

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I wrote this poem,because I noticed; the less one 
fears,is the more the person achieves and makes 
it. So I decided to express my own way of showing 
the manner in which, I fear nothing; but only God, 
and I respect all whom respect is due to. So this 
has made me kill the week reflex in me, and 
become wildly flexible to life's abilities. I have 
simply become a lability to disability.

Shopping For Colognes

I always get confused when shopping with my wife
     for perfumes and nice smelling colognes, that's life.  
After sniffing a while, most everything smells the same.  
     However, this experience I had, proved to be different as rain.  
The sales clerk had heard me complain.
     It was about my confusion of smells 
and then she handed me a small-netted bag. 
     You'll never guess how it was filled,
except you conneseurs of perfumes, and please don't nag.
     It was filled with coffee beans. Nice fragrant coffee beans.
I held it a minute then I followed her instructions to take a good sniff 
     of the bag.  And amazingly and immediately my nostrils were cleared.
Fragrances of all the previous smells were gone in a jiff.  
     I was once again able to detect distinct odors of which some were weird! lol 
 
Many times life is confusing. We are not sure which step to take.  
     We seek counsel from friends, family, and spiritual leaders for goodness sake.
but often to no avail.  God is not unkind.  He is not trying to trick us.  
     He makes His will clear.  It is on our end that the confusion has happened thus.  
We must take steps to clear our minds to discern God’s will.  
     Reading God’s word and yielding to Him, will help all of us heal 
and we can clear our minds for God’s direction and will.

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