What right they have to live?
They’re not like me or you,
Strange happiness they give,
To Megan, Him, or Sue,
Instead we strongly feel,
That they be better dead,
Different, the altars where they kneel,
While having bliss in bed,
Stone them dead, the lord he said,
For dead they are in their design,
No wife or man takes them to bed,
Their sinful sex would them decline,
Communion not they have with me,
At the altar of their needs and want,
They’re not of me, can you not see,
They drinketh from a different fount,
Your rewards be swift indeed,
You’ll no more suffer blasphemy,
When they their maker meet,
You’ll see they’re not of me,
Now you know, that Satan made,
Such boys and girls that look,
Such boys and girls he made in Hate,
Just to sully my good book,
Do not let them pray to me,
Let them change their ways,
Change their ways, their sin be free,
These lesbians and gays,
I know I said I made you all,
And everything there is,
Not one mistake can I recall,
Not even only one near miss,
Of sin, such pleasures are of Satan,
Of earthly happiness design,
When with their own brute mating,
These are not the sins of mine,
Pure I am as you can see,
Blissful pleasures have not I,
A wife for me, was not to be,
I wonder what went wrong and why?
Keep on stoning, make them dead,
For want of pleasure that I am,
With all of them I’ll share my bed,
Yes, I know, it’s all a sham,
After all, I am the boss,
I’ll have no need of self control,
I leave that for the common dross,
And all their need of sinless soul,
Satan will be mad indeed, but then the Lord am I,
All powerful and strong, am I alone,
And if He asks of me my sin, to Him I gladly lie,
Leave you with sin for every stone,
So keep on throwing rocks my friends,
Feel free to help me out,
You know how it will end,
Me up there, on a blissful cloud,©14/11/2010
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Yes, Jasmin!
John
Cheers,
Dan