What would happen if god was on fire?
I wouldn’t piss on god if he was on fire; I would beat him with a rod until he’s put out.
If that’s what teaches children not to play with fire,
He will learn too.
But i would put him out,
i’m not a monster like some ‘One’.
Who purposefully makes it so,
an unbaptised baby will suffer.
Hell is too harsh,
For a baby at least.
But for someone who sent their baby to heaven early,
Hell is that Mother’s destiny.
What would happen if a god was under fire?
If god was under fire he’d beg me for my mercy and hope i can withhold my fury,
If a fetus is your enemy, you’re no god of mine.
- Charlie
Categories:
unbaptised, abortion, atheist, baby, christian,
Form: Free verse
i gaze upon our infinite cosmos ~ self aware but mesmerised
i hobble across wild desert sands ~ cast out of eden stigmatised
i drift atop blue ocean currents ~ amongst the flotsam unbaptised
i clamber inside brittle mountains ~ lost within caves unscrutinised
i write before god and god alone ~ unrepentant for having eyes
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03/08/2021 N/A — Still unrepentant for having eyes
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Categories:
unbaptised, allusion, life, meaningful,
Form: Monoku
Pulses drown saturated elvers
As a crescent delivers it's catch
White bellied roaches slap and disperse
Pierced and broken suckers latch
Flushed forearms lock with a match
Bleached fingers curl fiercely
Cartilage and rods attach
Each standard raised taking a liberty
Vectors detonate a verse
Chassis release their clutch
Barbels gulp at a netted hearse
Miniscule painted boulders scratch
Humble timber bows with a screech
Discordant sea gulls sing their liturgy
Their hymns bellowed to receive a batch
A veneration
Before performing their red tipped ritual snickersee
The unbaptised draw a curse
Glossed umber in a ditch
The razorback plows a course
To encumber every stitch
A gullet evacuates an itchy apology
A heretic mutters a retorting blasphemy
Fulminations boom and detach
As cumulonimbi reload their artillery
Skulls stoop in sunless pitch
Anointed mantras convene for mercy
Receptacles are laden and rich
Weighted and blessed by her divinity
Categories:
unbaptised, blessing, fish, religious,
Form: Ballade