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Author's Note:
Alright, final edit. I've taken everything into consideration. Before you judge this, just understand that a poet is 'a super-realist' and though this is very far from reality, it is the ultimate product of laziness in lazy Christians. I'm not saying we're lazy people, I'm saying there are lazy people that call themselves Christian. They discourage others. Here's my final edit, thank you everyone. It's still venomous and contreversial, but direct, less rhymey and clearer.
Alright, final edit. I've taken everything into consideration. Before you judge this, just understand that a poet is 'a super-realist' and though this is very far from reality, it is the ultimate product of laziness in lazy Christians. I'm not saying we're lazy people, I'm saying there are lazy people that call themselves Christian. They discourage others. Here's my final edit, thank you everyone. It's still venomous and contreversial, but direct, less rhymey and clearer.
He came to school,
So bright and happy,
The quiet atheist boy
But inside,
His heart was skewered with a blade,
From his mother's recent death
He didn't tell them,
His little secret,
He knew what they would say
They'd bring up God,
and Hell and Fear,
And make him mumble the prayer of salvation
Chris was sure the Christians would,
He knew them to be a dim-witted bunch,
From personal experience,
Then one day on a camping trip,
They asked him what he thought,
About the principal's prayer,
He admitted that he didn't believe,
He needed more convincing
But was still a good person
From that day on,
The atheist was a spider among flies,
Ignored and excluded from any religous talk,
Was he a threat,
Did he think he was so bad,
as to deny God without proof?
Apparently so as whenever he talked,
They raised their defensive shields,
As if he were brandishing a blade in their faces,
The good natured boy still hoped for the best,
And attended church one day,
And there he questioned a teaching
- a simple question that the youth group could not answer
The word spread fast,
They said how unholy he was,
They said he'd openly denied the Lord,
The last straw was an arguement,
Between him and a Christian boy,
All he'd wanted was a reason to believe
From then on Chris was convinced,
That this 'God' had no heart,
But not that He didn't exist,
Not that he didn't exist
The Christians had lied
"God doesn't want me like they'd said,
Because I wasn't born to Christian parents or...
Or live in a fancy house.
So why should I care about Him?
He abandoned me."
Now are you just a member,
Of Ignorant Christians 101
No?
Name a reason why Jesus is the Son of God,
Or better yet, 35!
And do it boldly!
With a knife at your throat
Or a kid, begging for answers
The only reason
Chris needed to be so sure,
Was to know that his poor mother was alright.
