The message withing the following poem is to hopefully inspire us as descent and moral human beings to examine whether or not the behavior and practices mentioned in the literature resembles that of godliness, or is it a mere reflection of devil worship. Those who know the truth, I pray that you will lovingly and patiently offer it unto those without it. To those who are offended I must say, I LOVE YOU, and I challenge you to seek the Most High for the unquestionable truth. However, to those who who bitterly reject the messenger and the word, I humbly and respectfully remain speechless. And last but certainly not least, to all those who celebrate and applauds this poem as being a courageous effort to shed a little light in this dark world, I thank you for your encouragement and I pray that God will keep you and yours from the wrath to come. Amen!
Transvestites in the spotlight getting paid to rock the club. And yes, paychecks, money orders, and credit cards are flying across the stage like doves. Then there's this young man over in the corner with his fist down in his pants. A minute later he's holding the seed for making babies in his hand.
The word of God has fallen upon this sin, and we've all been duly warned. And there will come a day where many of us will wish that we were never born. For not only have we rejected Christ as Lord, but we've also perverted this nation. Therefore, God shall surely pass judgement against every murder by masturbation
Semen in the churches, in the allies, and on the ground. Semen upon her breast, between her toes, and on her gown. Semen in his saliva and in his rectum, shall I go further? Woe! unto those who continue in the blasphemy of God's life giving seed, for these sexual sensations in murder.
The word of God has fallen upon this sin, and we've all been duly warned. And there will come a day where many of us will wish that we were never born. For not only have we rejected Christ as Lord, but we've also perverted this nation. Therefore, God shall surely pass judgement against every murder by masturbation.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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