Why I believe what I believe

March 27, 2009 by admin
Filed under face pigmentation

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 …