I speak in angered tongue at the missionaries of nothing.That preach that God is not only dead;they amen that God has never existed.
Their revival tent is their blogs and their wine parties and with every rant and rave they try to convert anyone that will listen.
To their enlightened minds there is no compassion nor compromise-the heathens are dull minded/brainwashed lemmings following graft,greed and corruption off the cliff of the follow the narrow minded hate filled bigoted leader.
Salvation can only come through the wisdom of the missionaries own mouths.Do not deviate from our path they scream.
Science and reason they spit at me.
As they slap my forehead and cry:"Healed!"
They are the same as every missionary I have ever encountered.
They claim 'No Rules',but heed no calling or view but our own.
Agree with us.
Or we will...
Nail to the cross/burn at the stake/whip with a quick rejoinder
Shame you into quick submission
put a red ball in your mouth
whip your mind into licking their muddy toes
then call you a fool
for not submitting to their rule earlier
They plithly bestow on me the root of their wisdom
they are wise beyond my thinking
because the powers that be are all aligned against them
and I am to be saved at all costs
the rack
ridicule
shame
submission
they will deny me their love
deny me my fears
until I shout
Hallelujahs
To their Godless religion
Then once I'm converted
they'll teach me to think
that there are no rules
to do as I wish
with no direction home
except for them
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