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  • The Preacher

    On Credit

    Every man who ever lived
    lived on credit owed to our Lord;
    lives on His Profit Sharing plan,
    and agrees to pay charges for his life's condition
    or burn money forever in Debtors' Perdition.

  • #2
    Re: The Preacher

    On Degeneration

    On all of our nerves
    there comes a sclerosis
    as every vein
    limes up in stenosis
    while we inhale
    what may be worse
    sans Listerine, our halitosis.

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    • #3
      Re: The Preacher

      On Drugs

      Wrong turns
      are sure to lead the lost
      from Heaven's Gate to Burning Cross
      to Homer Hills
      then Druggers' Dens
      where they do crack
      and smoke within.

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      • #4
        Re: The Preacher

        Do one about syrup of figs now.
        (Sigh) In a True Christian(tm) way, of course. Don't want to be accused of being a bigger derailing heathen (though proud heathen)!
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        Wake up and smell the 21st Century!!

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        • #5
          Re: The Preacher

          On Figments

          Imagination run amok
          in children will bestick their gut
          with heathen thoughts which we must wipe
          with Syrup of Figs and the paddle's swipe.

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          • #6
            Re: The Preacher

            I like it! Even though it's a tad mean.
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            Wake up and smell the 21st Century!!

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            • #7
              Re: The Preacher

              I bow for the inspiration
              afforded by a good which

              you do exhibit from theme to theme

              and for all time.

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              • #8
                Re: The Preacher

                I read your poems
                And you know what I think?
                You can flush 'em
                And just watch them sink
                This rhyming thing ain't so hard
                It's kinda predictable
                An insult's on the card
                Stop talkin' shit fool.
                Now that, that don't kill me can only make me stronger.

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                • #9
                  Re: The Preacher

                  Ok, can't edit so i may aswell write it here. Don't take offence to what I wrote... It's just poetry and not particularly good poetry at that.
                  Now that, that don't kill me can only make me stronger.

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                  • #10
                    Re: The Preacher

                    Originally posted by Dameon_ACLUtard View Post
                    Ok, can't edit so i may aswell write it here. Don't take offence to what I wrote... It's just poetry and not particularly good poetry at that.
                    That last line could do with a bit of work.
                    Revelation 21:8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

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                    • #11
                      Re: The Preacher

                      Yea, that's what I thought when I re-read it after I'd posted it.
                      Now that, that don't kill me can only make me stronger.

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                      • #12
                        Re: The Preacher

                        Originally posted by Enobarbus View Post
                        That last line could do with a bit of work.
                        As could the first seven.
                        O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.



                        God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.

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                        • #13
                          Re: The Preacher

                          Awww that hurts. You not big on critical poetry?
                          Now that, that don't kill me can only make me stronger.

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                          • #14
                            Re: The Preacher

                            On Dameon ACLUtard

                            So you waste
                            without a Job.

                            Your second name
                            is surely Get.

                            The Bible is for you
                            too hard,

                            Dameon Get
                            A CLU tard
                            Last edited by Poetic Peter; 12-18-2006, 07:08 PM.

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                            • #15
                              Re: The Preacher

                              You're wasting your time brother
                              No one wants your bull
                              It won't find you a lover
                              Just go on the pull

                              No more shame for you family
                              Just put your pen down
                              But it's all the same to me
                              So go ahead and drown
                              Now that, that don't kill me can only make me stronger.

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