Why I believe what I believe
March 27, 2009 by admin
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Where is God? An original poem written by Father Abomination I see you, I feel your corpse. Metal slab beneath, slicing you open. My hand is in you, This is so dirty, I laugh. Teeth glisten white, I bite what I pulled out. What is this? It tastes so wrong but it feels good to be bad. In my mind I see you smile, The sight sickens me. I punch you in your porcelain pigmented face, you bleed. But you're dead, so cold. Where is God? Have you heard? There is no God. Chaos run a muck, children lay …
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preach it on …
preach it on brother! what about the gods of T N A!(TITS AND WHOOO!)
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well, I figure satanists have no idea what they are tlaking about. sounds more humanist but in the end, we are all gods. that which is god is everyone and everything but not how it was seen before. we are designed to be that way because we built ourselves that way since before our birth. we achieve that which we set out to do. when you thank god, you are thanking yourself. there is more to it than that but you can talk to me ouside of this some time on it.
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