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Bible Thumped
WARNING: This work is not intended to offend anyone nor slight any religious belief. This is about those, of any faith, who cannot respect other's beliefs.


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A christian had me cornered,
and he told me of the will;
Of everyone from Moses,
on up to Jack and Jill.

"No thank you," I implored him,
"I must ask you please;
to keep your religious thoughts to you,
and I'll keep mine to me."

He told me of Solomon the wise,
and Sampson brave and strong.
He recited the ten commandments,
which teaches right from wrong.

"Kind sir I beseech you,
and really must insist;
that on my way you let me pass,
and on your task desist."

He spoke about a saviour,
and about a shining star.
About the journey of three wise men,
who traveled from afar.

"I really have no time sir,"
said I, "my time is running low.
If you must, pray for me,
then turn and let me go."

He screamed 'bout John the baptist,
in a voice so load and clear;
that poor, old, dead Methuzalah
was even bound to hear.

"You," I said, "don't seem to listen,
so I'll tell you once again.
I've no interest in your God,
nor you now my friend."

This would be saviour preached
on about the psalms.
And about the dangers of consulting
those who read ones' palms.

"I really could care less sir.
Please leave me to my faith.
If in sinning I'm a sinner sir,
I assure you you're too late."

This disciple of divinity was
h*** bent to save my soul.
So that I'd pass through the pearly gates,
and walk on streets of gold.

"Sir," said I, "if it is saving one
that which makes your heart beat true.
Then do us both a favour
and just save me from you!"

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