from me, to you - Jesus

Discussion in 'Religion Archives' started by Avatar, Mar 18, 2003.

  1. Avatar smoking revolver Valued Senior Member

    Nighttime calling to the underworld,
    sleep I must get to regenerate;
    don't think I'm weak,
    I must get some dreams.

    Don't worry ‘bout the screaming,
    I'm just being killed;
    in dreams like a mania
    my blood is the saint.

    Jesus hacked me
    with a bloody spear,
    he hates me because,
    I know he faked.

    Back then in Golgotha
    he died like a wimp
    just to reborn
    by his father in sky.

    He kissed his birdie
    a goodnight kiss,
    but forgot to set up
    the alarm for the dead.

    When the souls of the christians
    lied in their coffins still,
    in hope to see god,
    they turned into dust.

    Faith is like blasphemy,
    when the stakes are high;
    live your life,
    and forget the sky.
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  3. Xev Registered Senior Member

    Very nice!
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