Here's a thought for you to choke on
And trust me, you will
This is the thought of someone lost
Sitting on a windowsill.
Outside I see only People
People aren't my friends.
They'll hurt me if I go out there
So I'll stay here until the end.
They'll call me names
Like pagan, idiot, or man-whore
Though I believe in God and have never dated
They won't stop there; there's more.
They'll throw things at my back
They'll kick at me, tell on me
When I didn't do anything, I'm under attack
And this is just the beginning.
They say I'm going to die young
And go to Hell
But they're in Heaven,
Then that's just as well.
They'll say I'm too lost
To be saved
They'll steal my stuff just
To ruin my day.
But wait,
It's okay!
Christians can do that to me,
Since everyone sees it their way.
Ah, their way?
Really, truly,
What can I say?
It hurts a lot.
They like to hit.
They like to punch.
They like to spit.
Into my lunch.
They like to shove
They like to laugh
They like to kick
They also enjoy standing in my path.
They swear at me
Like I'm a freak
They always seem
To hunt the weak.
Think it can't get worse?
HA!
It gets even better!
You see,
Though their poetry floats about
Mine can't be
Seen here, since these clouts
Decided it did not pertain to the Bible.
Theirs doesn't either,
I'd like to point out,
God yes, Bible no,
Yet I'm the one thrown out.
This is how Christians are.
Go choke on that thought
I'll be on the run.
Or possibly dead, and left to rot.
You never can tell, with Christians.
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Author's Crummy Little Note: Just a thought on how mean, cruel, and spiteful Christians really are: my poetry, which cries out to God, can be deleted by admin in a heartbeat just because one person reported it, but YOUR poetry, praising God, somehow is okay.
Oh, and wait, it gets even better. The person who deleted my work sent me an email, informing me I was a Satanist, gay, insane, and evil.
Ah, what a great, love filled place this section is, eh?