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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Religious · #2203603
Life, life and life.


Spirituality is reality.
It is present and lives well.
Captor of mind exists only within religion.
And religion weilds hell.
Religion contains no spirituality.
And casts a wretched spell.
Because religion holds zero reality.
It's where angels and demons dwell.
It's solely of a human creation.
Holding no resonable explaination.
All religion is learned,
by teaching.
By reaping.
Stolen youth.
Confession booth.
Spiritual rape.
Religions take.
Followers fake.
Obese leaders, reaping.
Solemn public's weaping.
Sowing woes,
captured souls.
Planting hate,
to seperate.
A sweeping rift.
Set adrift.
Swiftly it rips.
Citizen tear drips.
Society slips.
No hands of God reaching.
Followers leeching.
Leaders breaching.
Banshee's screeching.
Justice and liberty's pet.
White ghoul, slobbering wet.
Sitting, sweating, grinning fat.
Feast of Freedom, floor mat.
Our flag lie flat,
beneath the beast.
Drooling feast.
Invert it.
Convert it,
contort it.
Forever distort it.
Tri color, old bright.
Red, blue and stars of white.
Dry duller, lost rights.
Blue, white and red with fright.
Leeching leeches.
Banshee screeches,
smiling wide, teeth so white.
Fat, sloppy stride, battered, grueling awful sight.
Mat, soiled pride, tattered rag, stressed so tight.
We must take our flag back and gain some slack.
We must feast the white drooling banshee beast.

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