Common abrahamic excuses that hold little water
"God gaves us free will, ergo it's pur own fault": Except that the Bible nor the Qu'ran put emphasis on free will. Hell, this excuse is so very recent, that, until a few centuries ago, the idea that God had absolute control over our lives was very popular.
"Its our fault; Adam and Eve's sin created evil, not God!": If you have read Genesis, you'll know this is bullshit (Hell, even Yahweh admits he created evil!). Likewise, at no point is the first sin ever considered a "Pandora's Box" situation.
"God is goodness incarnate! Evil is against his nature!":...have you even read the Bible? Yahweh is also considered to not be goodness incarnate until the NT and Qu'ran; in the OT, he is treated as a Lawful Neutral agent.
"Your're putting everything out of context!": Considering I actually bother to read the Bible/Qu'ran, while you only cherry pick passages your pastor dictates...
"He died for your sins! You should be grateful!":
1- His sacrifice was pointless, He only rescued saints from Sheol
Noah's ArkOut of all the violent, genocidal, incestuous stories in the Old Testament, there is one violent, genocidal, and incestuous story that finds itself as one of my favourites. The scale of its disaster and human murdering is far higher than any hyperbolised Hollywood film, and its conclusion is filled with more carnal details than a porn magazine mixed with 'A Game of Thrones'; this story is Noah's Ark. The real reason for my adoration of this story, however, comes from the startling psychological ramifications it possesses. Despite the obvious logical, mathematical, and even moral failings, this story is still held dearly in the hearts of otherwise perfectly sane men and women. Instead of viewing this story as a myth, or as an over exaggerated image of some obscure Biblical metaphor, this story is instead seen as fact; it's taken at face value. The entire concept is laughable, yet people use it as a literal example of a historical, factual world-wide flood.Noah's Ark in Academic Essays More Like This
It's depressing to see the dep
The Damage of FaithTo many people in the world, the concept of a religion is a welcome one. Their faith provides them with warmth, hope, and an assured protection that is impossible to get from the cold, cynical reality. Theists swathe themselves in a bubble of mental protection, content in the knowledge that thousands, if not millions, of other people are also doing this. Indeed, the very idea that one could do this and not feel part of something greater is absurd. Truly, the theist believes themselves to be part of a large social group, and sees themselves as accepted. How then, you ask, can this warm, bubbly benefit be of any harm to our society? The answer is shockingly obvious, and deliciously simple.The Damage of Faith in Academic Essays More Like This
Religion is a perverse entity, surrounded in half-truths, and violent mystery. It is the greatest, and most obstructive barrier any nation, culture, or ethnicity meets when trying to progress for the better. For religion does no good to mankind, I'm afraid to say. Instead, religion breeds ignorance, an
Don't waste your time...Don't waste your time... in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t waste your time, it is going too fast.
Before you know it, life will be past.
Why sit here and wonder what to do?
When others need help; their life to get through?
Don’t waste your time, it is getting near.
The day of death that people do fear.
Why sit here and laugh at one?
When you could lend your hand to some?
Don’t waste your time, it is ahead of you.
It won’t turn back to help you struggle through.
Why sit here and waste it on hurt?
When you could have from someone learnt?
Don’t waste your time, it is laughing now.
Slowly with your life it does plough.
Why sit here and fear the day of your end?
When your heart to someone you could lend?
Don’t waste your time, mocking the earth.
The earth is constantly dying and bringing forth birth.
Why sit here and watch the world slowly die?
When you could heal someone's needy cry?
Don’t waste your time, it is speeding on.
It won’t allow you to finish your heart-long song.
Why watch the hatre
Time will not wait for youTime will not wait for you, it is on its own.Time will not wait for you in Free Verse More Like This
It goes at a steady pace while it leaves you all alone.
It will never go back nor history does it care.
After all like you, it too was once there.
Time will not wait for you if you ask for it to wait.
It will smile and continue on, it will never be late.
Every step that it takes, it pulls you to deaths hand.
From birth of you, your death time did brand.
Time will not wait for you even of you plead.
It will not stretch out its hand when your in desperate need.
It runs it s own race whilst at same controlling yours.
Whilst at every second, a birth and death it draws.
Time will not wait for you no matter who you are.
No matter the blood you shed or that everyday scar.
You must run after it, keep up with it somehow.
Or it will leave you in despair to fanatically plough.
Time will not wait for you your life slowly seeps away.
The gentle drip of the blood time slowly takes always.
It never hints the future, the present it only reveals.
It can hur
My Friend......Although I cannot focus properly, tears blur my sight.My Friend...... in Free Verse More Like This
I am going to write to you and write with all my might
This battle has been long and both of us want rest.
But I cannot seem to get it; I’ve been affected by this test.
I want you back as my friend, one to talk to everyday.
You would always smile and I would smile in my outward way.
Although you never knew me, you knew me very well.
And thinking of our lost friendship, my heart to the ground it fell.
I know you don’t believe me, it’s your word against mine.
But the truth is here if you saw; I cant even call you blind.
If only you would actually see it though and believe it with your heart.
Maybe then we could talk and, not by lies be torn apart.
But it is useless of myself to be writing this at all.
Saying this brings me pain; painful tears just fall.
I don’t know what I can do to get your friendship back.
But this is no longer promised; belief wins the attack.
I don’t know why I’m going to say t
I am sorry my big brotherI know you believe it all, you believe I did it all.I am sorry my big brother in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I tried to give you proof, you shoved away my call.
I know you hate me now, want nothing to do with me.
But to lose my older brother, I didn’t want to see.
Pleading for forgiveness is no use and a waste of time.
Due to your strong belief in me of committing this ‘crime’
Why can you not see that I do speak the truth?
This ‘lesson’ of something is far beyond my youth.
Can’t you see the proof I’ve given – have you ever read?
My journals and poems explain where this incident has lead.
I guess you do not care, no longer will you care.
Losing you to false is something I really cannot bear.
She’s hurt me before – she used to be my friend.
But now, just like you, tragically the closeness ends.
You think I seek attention, this I do prefer not.
Focus on the weak and the ones we have forgot.
I know you’ll never read this, you have moved on as said.
But I just want to th
Let Me Teach YouClose your eyes and listen to the soft song of the birds.Let Me Teach You in Free Verse More Like This
Their voice crystal clear, so clear it often hurts.
Let me teach you of this harmonious song, it is often sung.
Maybe then you can sing it, head no longer sunk.
Close your eyes and feel the wind, wrap you in warm embrace.
Holding you in peace whilst the birds sing in grace.
Let me teach you of this care that can be shown each day.
Maybe then you can smile and rejoice on that great day.
Close your eyes and feel the grass growing beneath your feet.
Rising slowly and carefully, even under immense heat.
Let me teach you of the hope that it does bore each day.
Maybe then you can laugh and laugh in your special way.
Close your eyes and feel the trees sheltering you from harm.
So gentle are they all, your spirits they can calm.
Let me teach you of the love the have grown so long.
Maybe then you can be regained and find your strength so strong.
Close your eyes and keep them shut for the world not to see.
You do not want to fall again so
Those times with youThose silent moments of happiness,Those times with you in Free Verse More Like This
Those time of sweetest rest.
Those times I told you everything.
Those times of deep distress.
Those moments of anger.
Those moments of hate.
Got washed away suddenly
When you fell to your fate.
Those times of laughter,
Oh how you made me smile.
But the distance of our souls,
Is so much the mile.
Your gentle touch of velvet fur
Your wide brown eyes of wisdom.
Your soft bark that is so kind,
Would just make people listen.
Those times are no longer here
For they got washed away.
But there is always room in my heart.
Just for you to stay.
My Life DecisionLife was drawing near and I could feel its breath.My Life Decision in Free Verse More Like This
It was chilling and so painful, the hurt and fear of death.
I was kicked down and my soul was utterly bruised.
I was going to give up – give in to death for evil wanted me abused.
I was used with lies and I was used for pain, hurt I cannot explain.
Laying on the ground motionless, my blood ran slowly, revealing y pain.
My tears burnt my body; the heat of their sorrow was unbearable.
Life dripped from my breath, facing death – I was no longer fearful.
But you saw my pain; you saw how I was grieving.
So you extended your hand in love, you helped instead of leaving.
I pushed your hand away though; death was so close to me.
But you again extended it, only my future could you see.
You talked in softest words, whispered that everything was alright.
You told me that darkness will leave me, revealing in me this light.
You help me back to me feet, you held me close so I wouldn’t fall.
You helped me through this curse, my true
Take My Hand, I'll Show You......Take my hand, I’ll show you some things that you might want to see.Take My Hand, I'll Show You...... in Free Verse More Like This
I’ll show you the world and what it has come to be.
I’ll show you human feelings, how they have changed in time.
Show you who I am and why so many people are blind.
Take my hand, I’ll show you this world and all it’s become.
You can hear the hatred now; a song no longer sung.
You can feel the bitterness that always hangs in the air.
Dreaded scowls and looks, maybe a lucky stare.
You can see the violence that it has possessed with hate.
Manslaughter turned to murder; this is not a friendly place.
You can taste the sins of others, this overpowered air.
So many lives are lost; this world does not play fair.
Take my hand, I’ll show you human minds today.
How their feelings of bitterness slowly got in their way.
Feel the pain that others feel, whenever we speak or talk.
This pain is contagious; it spreads on wings of a hawk.
You can hear people cry out in their most desperate need.
What Have I Done??What have I ever done to deserve the pain I get?What Have I Done?? in Free Verse More Like This
I seriously don’t understand bur revenge I do not bet.
I only try my best in life, always doing to please.
I never wanted to create pain, this I’d rather ease.
I try to be loyal as some are loyal to me.
But no matter how hard I try, this never seems to be.
If I raise my voice at all, my voice is pushed away.
It doesn’t matter to the world what I have to say.
I smile each day, but this smile is far from true.
But people believe this ‘happiness’ for they don’t see right through.
The depths of my soul are burdened with youth of disgrace to bear.
But 9 times out of 10, the world really does not care.
It only listens if I have news to tell, secrets to pass out.
But if my opinion is involved, the world finds someone else.
If only I could truly describe what I feel each day.
But I guess my pain always, it must be kept at bay
My Lifes EndTears flow down my face, I do not try for them to end.My Lifes End in Free Verse More Like This
Is it so hard to be merciful for once, just to be a friend?
I hate the pain that has risen again, this – the last time.
Its impossible to describe it and put it in a rhyme.
The faithful shall suffer most, they knew me really well.
I feel so bad on this; a sob inside me swells.
If only I could take back in time, make people truly see.
The pain I have endured and which was inflicted upon me.
But people do not care anymore, they turn their heads away.
Desperately, I cried for help but I am ignored each day.
In the end, I gave up, trying to get some sort of eye.
That was willing to help me, help me ease this desperate cry.
I am looking for understanding; nothing of pity.
I am looking for willingness, not just sympathy.
It is too late now, I have hit the ground once more.
I am unable to stand again from this great fall.
Please don’t hate me for this choice I have said.
But my pain and sorrow shall willingly be bled.
A thought....Am I really a optimistic girl?A thought.... in Free Verse More Like This
I always thought I was more
Of a negative, depressed girl...
Am I an open book to others?
Or is my mask so good
And my walls so strong?
Will I ever get an answer
For all of my hopeless questions?
I watch...I watch them fight againI watch... in Free Verse More Like This
I don`t want to but
They are in my bedrooms doorway
So I have no choice
I don`t want to hear their
So I put my headphones on
And turn them up to the max
I know that he went away
To his original home
By the way the doors closed loudly
And it`s all because she
Droved him away
I wish I could go with him
But I can`t
I have so many things to do here
I wish I could have done something
But I coulnd`t
And I`ll never will
WordsDon't take theirWords in Free Verse More Like This
Words to heart
They don't even
They just see
They just don't think
What they say
They don't know that
Words hurt more then bruises
Try to ignore those words
Or just say thanks
That would be a big
Surprise to them
This may not help
This may sound stupid
Bu at least I tried
To change your
Look on the world
Can someoneCan someoneCan someone in Free Verse More Like This
Give me a reason
To keep on living?
I don't want to hear
That my parents
And friends will be sad
I want to hear something else
Something that would be
Worth living for…
Shut upShut up, shut upShut up in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to hear
Bad things about dad
You are the one
Who is bad
I do not know
What is going through your head
But I know it's not good
I hate lying to him
I don't want to
But I don't want to hear
You fighting even worse
I hate it whenI hate it whenI hate it when in Free Verse More Like This
They try to make me
I don't like it
I like boy clothes!
I am a tomboy
So deal with it!
I am nothingI am nothingI am nothing in Free Verse More Like This
Just a ghost
Amongst the people
Who will do anything
To get what they want
I have endured
A lot of pain
From so called friends
And even my own family
But what can I do
To stop the damn suffering
I want to help
But I can't
Because I am just a ghost
Who will soon fade away
A sunny day...A sunny dayA sunny day... in Free Verse More Like This
Suddenly turns gray
Just like I'm feeling now
Somehow the weather
Reflects my emotions
It' s creepy but
Cool at the same time
Today I met a girlToday I met a girlToday I met a girl in Free Verse More Like This
Who cuts herself
I asked her why
She didn't tell me why
She only said that
I'm the first person
To see that
I told her that
It isn't right
That you'll regret it later
That it doesn't ease
The pain you feel
But the damn bell rang
Signaling that the lesson
And so I didn't hear
Her answer to any
Of my questions
Your AfflictionIt’s what chains me to the wallYour Affliction in Free Verse More Like This
It’s what makes me know who you truly are
Your words are what oppress me
Your natural glare scorches me
You’re a lover of lies
You’re what I cannot deny
Pierce me in the heart with a heated rod
Piece me in the eyes with rusted needles
Show me your way with castigation
Show me your affliction
Deafen me with your hollers
Strangle me with your collars
Or do nothing and show me you care
Your love is my affliction
And it’s strong enough to be my punishment
Act or AcceptCould you accept a world, where Hell had risen on Earth's surface?Act or Accept in Free Verse More Like This
Could you act upon its fiery hands as they dragged you into the scorching pits?
Could you even decide whether to act or accept whatever is on your doorstep?
Even if it’s death pretending to be life or vice versa?
Death grappled your loved one
Life kicked you into their grave
Act or accept the consequences of this matter
There are no other options, so choose wisely
They’re conjoined to keep you in a cage
Where you must stay
And be threatened with a decision
That you're not willing to make
All I can say is…
Act upon life
Accept that death is just around the corner
Accept the truth for what it is
Act out upon the lies that taint your mind
Act as if there is no longer hatred in the world
Accept the love that is waiting to stand beside you
Act or accept…those are your two options
Vice VersaLife isn’t what everyone expected it to beVice Versa in Free Verse More Like This
It’s in a disguise to trick the blind
It’ll gobble you up or kick you down
It’s truly Death hiding behind the mask
Death is the opposite of everyone’s expectations
It’s hiding behind the mask that everyone gladly greets
It’ll embrace anyone in warm arms and tell anyone they’re worth it
It’s truly Life in a disguise
Life and Death or vice versa
Facts, or the truth, are what we don’t want to hear
They’re deafening enough as they’re spoken
They want people to suffer in their power
It’s what makes Lies so lovely
Lies are what we wish will connect to our senses
They’re so lovely to us and want us to believe in their profoundness
They keep people sane and away from the Truth
It’s what distracts us from the Truth
Lies and the Truth or vice versa
Love is truly a painful fairytale
It’s an accident waiting to happen
Behind its back it ho
Crashing WavesIt was here that you told me of my faultsCrashing Waves in Free Verse More Like This
It was here you fell to your knees and told me you no longer wanted us
Your words have shoved me further below than you think
I’m on the edge and ready to dive off
Into the crashing waves
The love that you had shown me
Now is a fragment of a drowning emotion
I would rather inhale water than have my growing hate strangle me
It was your fault to have hypnotized me
With a world I was promised I would receive
Yet, I stand here without a single thing in my name
My name no longer belongs to me
For you have already taken it
Your words have trapped me on this edge
Before the crashing waves
I’m ready to dive off, though
And let my suicide be a lesson taught
That you don’t mess with a girl, who has a broken heart
For we are blind and need guidance
Around a world that is never kind to us
Let my open arms symbolize
The final hug I’ll ever give
Not to you, but to Death
For he has never left my side and he will continue to be here
It Just Takes One ThingIt just takes one thingIt Just Takes One Thing in Free Verse More Like This
To help me remember that day
To help me remember the reason I opened that door
To help me fall in love again
It just takes one word
To clarify you're real
To rest those racing thoughts within my head
To know that word was true
It just takes one day
To change everything
To act upon instinct and make those wishes come true
To help me remember why I love you
It just takes one touch
From a hand, by a arm, from a gentle kiss
To know that spark still ignites
To know that the past wasn't all bad
It just takes one thing
My Short Horror StoriesI sat before a gravestone, the night sky overhead, which expanded the blackness of the cemetery. Behind me stood my mother, who paced occasionally as I wept for my deceased loved one.My Short Horror Stories in Short Stories More Like This
She kneeled down beside me and squeezed my shoulders. “I believe it’s time to go,” she whispered, a reassuring smile upon her lips.
The reassurance added to the despair that I had entirely become.
“It’s time to accept it and move on. Never look back.”
She laid her hand before me, and I grasped it, using it as a lever to assist me as I stood. When I straightened myself, my mother’s round face was not around me. The feel of her presence no longer lingered. I glanced downward at the grave and read my mother’s name.
His fingers brushed my hair, his hips were pressed against me, and his lips held the brightest smile. I stared at the face of my murderer.
I stood beside my brother as we prepared dinner. He handed me the plate for our mother, and I gladly took it, e
StitchesI have eternally entered the vast darkness,Stitches in Free Verse More Like This
A place where I am most welcomed.
With thick thread laced into my skin,
Stitching shut my eyelids.
I see no evil.
Liquid drools down my neck and caresses my collarbones.
The aroma of blood burns my nostrils,
And I clasp my ears to hush the waterfall.
It is drowning me in this darkness.
But I hear no evil.
There is emptiness within my mouth,
Where my tongue had been sliced out.
I gag on my own blood,
The taste forever forgotten.
I can’t part my lips to release my inner cries,
The stitches lock them and prevent me to.
So, I speak no evil.
I grip my own throat with my gory hands.
Liquid trails down my arms.
A cool breeze dives into the open wounds
That life had engraved onto my wrists.
I bleed out the evil that I have been tainted with,
Since the first day I took a breath.
Stitch me up when all the evil has been vanquished.
Stitch me up when the last drip of blood has been spread.
Insert those stitches.
Interlace them to where nothing else
UndergroundBelow earth’s surface is surprisingly cold.Underground in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A freezing point is knitted with the soil
That is thick and smothering.
The sentiment of being wrapped in this place
Will forever be untold.
But the pressure that will force you to coil
Is unlike any other, for it is advancing
And very quickly, I run out of space.
I am six feet underground,
Kept buried in my mother’s grave,
Where I was told I belong.
I guess a familiar skeleton won’t do me harm.
But I am more suited aboveground…
Please, Mother, don’t let them make me a slave
To their words that makes this sentence so long.
Please show me you’re here by the tug of my arm.
The pressure is intensified.
And I can feel and hear my bones crunching.
All my organs begin to rub against each other.
My lungs are now swollen.
And the iron taste, I dread to have, floods my tongue.
My heart is electrified,
Struggling as the soil becomes a great bother.
My end is coming and it makes me crestfallen.
Two GravesA wise man once said, “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Never did anyone get what he meant. Revenge is a pleasant thing but at the same time Satan’s desire. In life, there is one thing that revenge may be considered, justice. But no one realizes that revenge—justice—comes with a hefty price, the hefty price of a sacrifice.Two Graves in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is a short tale that I know so much about. It had a higher scale that no other story could amount.
A decade ago,
Not far of where we are today
A 16-year-old girl fought for her greatest woe
And put out her rage on a display.
Months before she embarked on her vengeful path
Her baby brother was slain
By a man, who resembled Wrath
Who also let her brother bleed out, slowly and in agonizing pain.
She didn’t say her goodbyes
Instead, she left in a moonless night
And pondered about her brother’s demise
And quickly left out of sight.
Although she planned on journeying alone
The man, who loved
Gift of WordsFor many yearsGift of Words in Free Verse More Like This
I have been blessed
With the gift of words
So, I cup my hands
And place them together
And hold the words
That I was meant to say
And what I was meant to write
Lies a large sheet of paper
One that stretches across
My home’s floor plan
I cast the words upon it
And begin to rearrange them
Into the beginning of a story
And even the ending
Other words stream
Out of my head
And I carefully
Hold on to them
And simply rearrange them
Into my children’s dialogue
And their lively consciousness
And their wise conscience
Do not see
This as a gift
But the gift of words
Oh, how it can be
The greatest gift of all.
Look how easily
I can put these words upon
And bring forth a reality
That I live when I open
My second eyelid.
The Queen and The Fading StormThe Queen and The Fading Storm in Free Verse More Like This
Loosen the sickly grip of the false reality,
where broken promises grow abundant in ash laced fields.
The ashes of chances gone by.
Disgusting is but a single title in the series I could bestow to you.
Our relatives of the jungle, living in filth and cannibalism,
Do fine compared to the beast with countless faces I know by your name.
A game long ended by the pawn now a queen,
the master of her own free will,
shattered many times by rules created as gone along.
You disgrace all, dragging your self-proclaimed
passions down to the hole you've been digging, where the sulfur levels have only
risen with all motions of the rusted shovel...
it is only by miracle that you breathe like the rest of us...
The obliteration of illusions and conquering of the ash
laced fields has remade that queen out of
the broken down state of mind and being.
How pathetic that you should be called out by one you've endlessly judged,
and another that you've only used and taken for granted.
Flesh & blood should only
The Context of GrowthThe Context of Growth in Free Verse More Like This
Never was I the Architect of my road,Lain of stone before my feet.
And my eyes can only see as far as whatever light I'm given allows.
A wolf coated with the wool of a black sheep am I,
aware and confused in my mixed nature, abhorred by those that differ.
I haven't the thumbs to be my own Architect, let alone the light to draw
the blueprints of a bumpy road assigned by a Higher Powers.
I've grown lost asunder the drowning rain of my clouds,
Where beneath I dwell dying a little, with each minute passing by.
Time taunts my eyes awake like a nightmare vivid brought
to a life of crime, behind the veil of reality...regret is my penance.
Never was I an architect, only a foolish boy with
a hammer labeled free will and shoes labeled bad luck...a foolish boy was I.
A Desired DuetA Desired Duet in Free Verse More Like This
We can find a song
and sing it together.
we can write one
and make it our own.
What time has done
has only tested and healed.
Would we kiss with tears in
our eyes and duet between our hearts?
Constancy conducts a symphony as they sing...
and the song & dance never end.
When it rains it pours, and we dance
and we stumble all the while, smiling.
Beheld in the reflection of our eyes as we become closer than ever,
leaning in for yet another kiss.
What have we to lose, here on in?
Faith places the stepping stones before us.
Our choices are made as one flesh
that works in perfect unity.
The tests can come only from the outside...
never from within.
Let the song we write,
be written as a legend.
What time does is write
the greatest of our songs for us.
By Luck and a Loving EyeBy Luck and a Loving Eye in Free Verse More Like This
Why stop in the place where I know I am only to be devoured?
As dark & cold as this wretched place, I would never accept as my grave.
There is no path on a unpaved road of improvisation. I follow the crumbs of ancient bread, onwards past growling fiends and the eyes of evil.
I bare the marks of one who has found the morbid experiences of existence. Healing is but a formality that I tend to allow, yet not always.
The cycles are made to run their age old courses, with constant and spontaneous tests to accompany my walk to a worthy Shepherd, whose face I am forbidden to see.
Unworthy, the all vigilant eyes that notice the fine print. Yet understandable by all means, as I am bound to humility by my given status.
Pride, met a slow & excruciating demise in a series of tales from long ago. It's rotting carcass, to this day and time, decays deep within me.
Why stop upon all such a grand distance? Now of all times in an era? I chose to carry on, forward by faith, unto my ceaseless curiosity and
Praying Through The MotionsPraying Through The Motions in Free Verse More Like This
Long before I took aim and notice,
Control seemed to reject me.
Leaving my hands to a dust storm,
Where they would find only cactus and vermin.
Once in sky blue moon, with a hint of cosmos,
An Oasis would find weary eyes.
There would be the particular tale,
Later entitled, "Too Good to be True."
A bitter stumble on my tired and broken feet,
Beneath the shadow of the valley of bad luck,
Where evil was all I ever found.
Where only two hands guided my own...
Here was a crack in the dust bowl,
Where piece of Heaven laid me to bits of rest.
Though I was never wicked, my blood was,
And therefore until drained,
then true rest was to evade my grasp.
I've learned to pray by the tempo of a clock...
Ticking away as my patience wears thin,
Like the close on my back.
Lost and found, simply awaiting the blood
to be drained and replaced.
Letting time heal as they wounds keep coming...
Allowing God to work as the Devil plots...
Praying by the tempo of a clock.
Playing With One's FoodPlaying With One's Food in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I write these words with tears depleting from my bloodshot eyes, by the dim light of the stars and the moon, upon a piece of paper I managed by luck to find. My efforts have been more than human nature would normally allow, yet the results are not as I predicted, favorable. I've not slept in days, and I now hide from what I pray are mere hallucinations brought about my forced insomnia. I never knew how utterly terrifying this journey would become, nor could I have ever predicted it. To whomever finds this note, chances are that it's far too late for you.
He begins with the sleep, and uses that as a means to make you more of the likes of a beast. It is for whatever reason, that this fancies him and his desire...it matters not where you hide, you cannot stay there for long...he can smell you, hear you, feel your very being from quite some distance.
The mind of a human is his most favored plaything...he will warp and tease it with the likes of starvation, dehydration
To the Borders of CynicismTo the Borders of Cynicism in Free Verse More Like This
Mindful of the outcomes,
Truth be told, I've been so bold
As to say the things I've never meant...
A thought process that takes a constant inside look
to the outlines of the underlying facts,
That all else seems to avoid.
Better left alone the curiosities that I so pursue,
bending balance against what
little will it's been given.
These borders provide such a limitless amount
of what I am not to ever know,
like severing the tight rope that holds all of this together.
As if arrogance is what drives me away from naivety,
pride away from ignorance and
deeply into a much darker realm of fear.
The point of know return, deep in a cold hole which
I've dug for years of my existence,
where cynicism becomes my dim lit grave of irony.
They Never Saw Me GoingThey Never Saw Me Going in Free Verse More Like This
It was but a moment that floodgates swung ajar.
But a seconds worth of
salty water was realized
onto a desert plain.
A humid breeze blew through the bronchi,
filling the forest with
a hint of exasperation...
it was brief lifespan before
silence fell like the head hung low.
A last gasp of energy flew through a lonely
limb to a metal object
upon a coffee table...
It was but a moment that
the bullet tasted so kind...
but a moment that a short
lifespan was cut all the shorter.
Blood LossBlood Loss in Free Verse More Like This
When your throat bellows a cry for help,
When your knees become your feet,
Willingly will my ignorance be practiced.
Such an amputation is one you will learn to regret,
The essence of remorse will be on your dying breath.
Forward will be the only movement I make.
My head will not turn,
My tears will not show...
I will be but a memory.
The bridge is burning, and my hatred with it.
The ties are severed, as is the connection.
I will be only the chance you once had.
Ignorance is FearPeople are so pitifully ignorant when comes to some of the most pivotal things of our society...things such as faith, or politics...they either assume or simply base the weak arguments they fuel their opinions with, off of someone or something that is just wrong. Read a book, take a class, watch a documentary or two...Hell, use the internet!(legitimate sources obviously) But for the love of God and the future of society as a whole: go seek out the knowledge for yourself. Base your opinions on the actual facts rather the hatred or bias of some other flawed human being. hatred is just fear for the angry...and it's within our nature to fear what we don't understand. IGNORANCE IS FEAR...ignorance is the stem and root of all evil, as once said by Plato. If we give ourselves to hatred, we give ourselves to the accusations of Lucifer himself! And even if you're a nonbeliever, why build up a lifestyle around hatred? It does nothing but cloud our judgement and cause us to do things that we lateIgnorance is Fear in Personal More Like This
Collection Poet's KingdomCollection in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The poet overthrew the monarch
Now words will rule, and ink-stained hands
And whispered rhymes over loud commands.
Faith in Humanity
I deny the existence of the holy spirit;
Lightning strike me down.
You pray as if someone will hear it,
Some man with a beard and a crown.
No time to think
As I run towards the end
This is our last drink
So here's to life my new friend.
Nothing is in the past tense;
The past won't set me free.
Not 'I loved', but 'I love' the thing that's lost
The thing that won't let me be.
You Are Nothing
You are lost in a vacuum, lost in a void
Whatever you had was long ago destroyed.
And now you speak as if you know,
But you know nothing but the show.
Star-crossed lovers never loved as we,
And far-flying birds never were as free.
You whisper in my ear.
You never say a word.
You pretend that I'm not here.
I pretend I never heard.
You can't win Poor fool is he who tries to alter fate,You can't win in Scraps More Like This
Who will instead bring all things crashing down.
He is a blind man ranting at the gate,
Who thinks that he can earn himself a crown.
Wise is the one whom fate cannot deter
From breaking all of the rules binding him.
He is the one that fortune shall prefer;
But can this save his world from going dim?
ForgotI woke up with yesterday in my head.Forgot in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I think I had a dream about all my old friends.
Somehow, I don't want to forget.
And there's a me I need to meet, but I'm not ready yet.
If there had been fire, or a soul to exchange, or
I'd given my life for that of a stranger,
But in the end I just took a fall
In a wild, last hope of saving it all.
And now I'm here, but it's not quite me.
I forgot how to count to three.
But I know one day I'll rebuild my memory,
And when I fly away, will you come with me?
From FreedomYou hide behind me,From Freedom in Scraps More Like This
The better to stab me in the back.
You invoke my name,
While it's me that you attack.
You scream I'm being stolen
To distract from your guilt.
You lock me in this cage of laws
That you so shrewdly built.
You send me over seas
To get me away from home.
You hoist me like a flag
As you fall like Rome.
I will still try to help you,
That's who I am.
I will always be here
Next to Uncle Sam.
Journey's EndBy fire born, by fire bredJourney's End in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By fire will you soon be dead.
And this is all I'm asking for;
Just some time, an hour more.
Water thoughts flood your head,
Of the fate you've been force-fed.
So crawl back through your door
Remember the face that you once wore.
By ice followed, by ice lead
By ice will tears soak your bed.
And this is all I'm asking for;
Just some time, a minute more.
RomaLet's watch the roads run with speedRoma in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Out from beneath our feet.
We are the source of all we need.
Let's leave this world of common greed.
Let's dance in the rain of Spring.
We'll pretend that we have wings.
Let's sever ties and strings.
And let's be our own Kings.
Let's turn the windfall into wine.
Break their rules and redefine.
Let's take their anger as a sign.
Let's spend our days sculpting rhymes.
Let's look for nests in the oldest trees.
Let's touch what the hawk only sees.
We'll go wherever we please.
Let's forget locks and keys.
The rose is just a thorny weed.
Let's refuse to cry and bleed.
Let's, at last, be truly freed.
Let's leave this world of common greed.
Faded memoryYou run but it's like walkingFaded memory in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Step backwards through an open door.
The effort just to keep talking
But they don't listen anymore.
Your heart beats you to a blur
Only cry when no-one can see.
She's good and you aren't her
Watch faded tapes of memory.
Pretty LieThe pond is my mirrorPretty Lie in Free Verse More Like This
The trees are my sky
The moss is my blanket
The deer is my guide.
The birds are my music
The stars are my light
The flowers are my crown
The horizon is my wall.
None of that is true.
PopularityYou're so popular, your word is the lawPopularity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crowds place you on a pedestal and listen in awe
They'd suffocate themselves to meet you up there
If you told them that popularity was more important than air.
People hurt themselves to get you to hear what they say
Still they give you the power to throw their words away.
It's not you that hurts them, not one person alone
It's themselves and each other that build you your throne.
To a placeThere were RhododendronsTo a place in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the corner of the park.
Pure white flowers
Except one that was dark.
There was music
Dancing in the air.
Right behind us on the bench swing,
It followed us to the stairs
This is not to a person
It's to a place.
Where we tossed rocks in the ocean
Where we left a trace.
UndefinedHe stepped back for a moment, craning his neck to take in the great height, which he considered to be ridiculous, of the building. It seemed to have a dark presence, although he supposed it wasn't too surprising, since the sun had set an hour ago.Undefined in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sighing lightly, he looked to his right. He found that the man standing there was watching him, seemingly no signs of distrust present, and with that thought he went to question him, knowing what he was looking for, but not knowing whether someone had really asked him to do this, or if it was of his own will.
He soon found himself in an alley that sloped gently upwards, somewhere in between what he had discovered to be multiple buildings rather than the singular one he had thought it to be. Movement in a shadowy corner caught his attention, and before seconds could pass, he instinctively tackled the figure to the floor, arm around its neck.
He then discovered 'it' was a friend of his.
With a quiet laugh he quickly got up. Within seconds his f
ConjureTo forge a weapon out of starsConjure in Free Verse More Like This
would take the strength
of an army of ants.
WaysShe was standing in the downpour.Ways in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was no lightning, in fact, it was too quiet for her liking, but she kept walking through the narrow street. Lamppost's lighting her path as she listened to the rain.
But, it was calming, a stark contrast to the feeling, of being followed.
She broke into a slight run, and swivelled into the alley.
A fence put a halt to her movement and she slowly took the last few steps to reach up to it, grasping the small gaps as she leant her forehead against the cool metal, slowly sighing.
The silence of the rain lasted a while, only broken by someone hesitantly stepping into the alley.
She recognised the voice.
An old friend.
"I think," she slipped her hands away from the fence and sluggishly turned to him, "I'm a little lost."
He leaned against the wall, casually sliding one hand into a pocket. "I'm surprised to see you here."
"Yeah, I am too." She said, as she looked straight up, catching droplets with her eyes closed. "I need directions."
MistThe wisps circledMist in Free Verse More Like This
watch them dance
as she let slip
a knowing smile.
feel a melancholy fear
slide into her mind
and it would mar her face
with scars she couldn't see.
she had created
had never been
She would stand and
in flowing movements,
drive her soles
into the ground
with every step
the soil would break
as her figure
twisted into torrents.
She turned in
and she never really
made it home.
CondemnHer mind was,Condemn in Free Verse More Like This
That it had
she could hear
but not touch.
she had long ago given up,
slowly, withering, to a husk.
She had long ago, lost the key,
the very key, around her neck.
She often heard
her mirror image
Set me free,
Such trivial matters
are hardly worth attention.
FearShe remembered, that she had been sitting quietly in the balcony, looking out at the town. Small, cosy, and warm. That was how she had felt.Fear in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She dislodged the errant thought, as shadowed cloaks made their way towards her. She sprinted to the front of the statue, stationed in front of the large spiralling staircase.
With a pause, her determination not faltering for a second, she leapt out again, as she took steps backwards, finally using the gun in her hands.
Later, she wouldn't be able to remember, the sheer number of them she had shot, how many times, it felt as though, someone was resurrecting five more for every one she put down.
A haze was falling.
As she brought destruction down on another two, the hall remained empty, but she knew, from the sounds she could hear of robotic arms, that the time she had was very little. She grabbed onto the nearest ledge and hauled her weight over the barrier, running to one of the guard rooms as she remained crouched. A brief momen
Endlessshe's latched onto their hand,Endless in Free Verse More Like This
floating above the landless space
as they stand on soft soil.
a flicker of atmosphere.
gravity takes hold once more
spider webs breaking between their
other ledges with
are in the gaps of her vision,
hands are reaching out
some shadows of the figures behind them
figures with their shadows
behind flickering dissonance
are close enough
and soon the fabrications
blending into new
and she's forever falling through the crevices of
metaphors and dreams, bleeding together,
as they link, latch on,
entwining her fate
as she lands in its web
start falling once again
the silken threads tire
with her weight
her hands latch onto the
as spider trails leave her
nails and fingertips,
she loses her grasp
Desolate Shadowsshe wonders briefly,Desolate Shadows in Free Verse More Like This
is there any thought
that isn't so
continues tapping her pencil
on her cheek,
at the blank
the feeling of
wanting to escape
the flimsy shell
she finds herself looking
out of a window,
and before the feeling
has a chance to
tosses the pencil away,
tugs open the door
the shadows of her ghosts
DialysisThere are some thingsDialysis in Free Verse More Like This
she can't describe
in poetic inscriptions.
leaving her throat
beneath her eyes,
sensation into sense.
with sleeping frustration.
of needles against
the back of her neck.
warmth of her torso
As she taps
a pattern into
her every-day keys,
blank void of space,
the colours flood through,
creating the images
that will once again be lost
as the last words are spoken.
Facade"So,"Facade in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A slight nod,
"Are you going to make this your own choice?"
The girl I spoke to leaned forward, towards me, now at eye level.
I handed her a small flower.
Black and White.
And then added, as she stayed silent,
"Oh, and~ pushing the self-destruct button doesn't count!"
I asked myselfI ask myself,I asked myself in Emotional More Like This
"What is peace?"
My brain answers first, using poetic phrases, wrapped in smooth silk.
"An autumn morning, the dew rolling off gold and crimson leaves as winter winds send chills down sheltered spines. The essence of spring afternoons and summer nights."
I ask myself,
"What is peace?"
The heart breaks through, flooding my body with a joyful beat.
"Piano notes flowing through sweet air, while flames engulf rose scented candles. Innocence purifying the poisoned minds of the wounded."
I ask myself,
"What is peace?"
The soul finally speaks, it's words clearer than any other.
"An icy knife in a burning body, throwing you off the edge on which you were born. It is what we experience as children, and what we fight for as adults."
The Edge She looked over the edge. Lightning flashed in the distance, revealing the ocean storm about to terrorize the small village. The waves below her were already growing restless, their claws trying to climb the cliff wall and snatch her away.The Edge in Emotional More Like This
Fresh, cool air blew in the girl's face, causing chills to engulf her body. Suddenly feeling sick, she jumped away from the ledge. She couldn't bring herself to jumping into the freezing cold sea below.
As she walked away from the raging water, she felt hot tears trickling down her face, though she hadn't given them permission to leave her eyes. She sat on a rock and felt the beast called grief grab her. She didn't try and stop the tears from falling, yet her face remained indifferent as she waited for it to end.
The wind was picking up speed and strength, and the black clouds were drawing nearer to the shore. Maybe just staying in the storm would do it... just maybe.
She stood up and walked away from the inevitable disaster, wondering why she w
Up the StairsStep one: Loss.Up the Stairs in Free Verse More Like This
Your gut-wrenching emptiness is far too filling.
Step two: Anger.
Your emotions so vengeful, but your conscience unwilling.
Step three: Blame.
Using boney fingers, through fragile armor you rip.
Step four: Forgiveness.
BreathTumblingBreath in Free Verse More Like This
through the dark abyss
I've stolen the atmosphere of earth.
HumanDear Hypocrite,Human in Free Verse More Like This
What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.
Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.
What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.
What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.
DaydreamLose yourself in fields of cardboard flowers,Daydream in Free Verse More Like This
run through the rainbow tipped blades of grass.
Pull the sky to the ground,
and take a swim.
Glance into the starred void of space up above,
Peach Light I'd seen her on the streets, living in a small house of cardboard. She would often go into the grocery store and buy the lowest quality beef jerky there, and a bag of salad.Peach Light in Short Stories More Like This
She ate it all plain, in her cardboard house. When asking for spare change, she wouldn't let anyone give her more than five dollars. Momma offered to take her to the doctor each time we saw her, but she denied the invitation every time.
The long cut from her temple to her chin never healed, never even scarred. It was a gruesome sight indeed, no doubt it caused her unending pain. Yet, she would never let anyone look at it. Any bandage they offered was denied.
The town was full of rich citizens, and she was the only homeless person living there. She had a job at the car wash - but she worked for free.
"They pay too much, Jenny." she'd tell me. "I can't have that much. That's too much." She seemed to think my name was Jenny, but it wasn't. She called me that the moment she saw me. I told
SnapshotI remember when I'd throwSnapshot in Free Verse More Like This
that loud, squeaky blue
ball for the miniature
dachshund waiting anxiously
on the floor, and she'd
dart like lightning across
the garage floor to get it.
On both hands, my index
finger and my thumb formed
a right angle, which I then
turned into a square.
I remember when my friends
and I made a circle on the
outskirts of the trampoline,
and took turns trying to do
flips. When one of us did the
splits, we all basically fell
down in laughter, saying, "I
I remember when my sister and
I got in a huge line with other
joyful teenagers, and jumped to
avoid being hit by the "pool-
we utterly failed.
I remember at my mixed martial
arts class, when we had finished
trying to bruise ourselves in
grappling, my friends randomly
decided to give each other
piggy-back-rides around the mats.
On both hands, my index
finger and my thumb formed
a right angle, which I then
turned into a square.
HomeTake me away,Home in Free Verse More Like This
To hills of freedom.
Let me run over open fields,
Or at least let me see them.
I'll watch the sun set,
And the stars rise.
Sit with my back to the fire,
And gaze into alien eyes.
I'll let my thoughts fly,
Go where the seagulls roam.
Close my eyes and watch the fireworks,
I'm going home.
DeterminationLook outside, and see the world so bright,Determination in Free Verse More Like This
every flaw, every evil hidden out of sight.
Like a wingless eagle, try and take flight,
then begin and feel the world's painful bite.
Curl up and rest through the dark and empty night,
get back up in the early morning, restart the fight.
You're Selling Broken Souls?You sell already broken soulsYou're Selling Broken Souls? in Free Verse More Like This
Blaming your customers for soul corruption
You're trying to sell us Free Will
Which we already own in abundance
Next, you tell us you know the cure
for the sad souls you barter
"Give us back that free will
or we'll just make your lives harder!"
You sell pre-corrupted souls
to hook us on the dream
You slander me, "Fool!"
for calling out your scheme
To vote against gays and women?
Then I will truly be free?
Turn around and call ME intolerant
When it's YOUR OWN bigotry being screamed
You sell me a damaged soul
that I neither want, nor need
You expect ME to fix YOUR product
Before YOUR god can feed!
Repeating meaningless praises
just to ignore his greed
Who cares about evidence?
Or Life itself?
When your place in heaven is "guaranteed"
You sell me a soul jam-packed with your filth
- a soul you have yet to show me
You claim the crime of an ancestor is my guilt
Hah! Well, you can go ahead and blow me!
If you can sway me without ins
Not THAT mysterious.Many times, when Atheists ask Theists questions regarding God's actions (or lack thereof), the Theists claim that God works in mysterious ways. According to them, we can't know God's reasons, because they are too complex for us to comprehend. Theists frequently use this argument, yet they make several mistakes.Not THAT mysterious. in Philosophical More Like This
Their first mistake is that, even though they claim that we can't understand God's reasons, they always have other ways to justify God's behavior. They may claim that God allowed some disaster to happen because the people affected by it were sinful, or they claim that God allows bad things to happen because he doesn't want to interfere with free will. In all these cases, the apologist is trying to give a reason for God's behavior, and therefor claims to know his reasons. If they actually believed that God's reasons can't be known, they wouldn't be using these arguments, and would instead stick with the ''mysterious ways'' argument. However, they don't, showing that wh
God tempts AbrahamI haven't written anything in a while, so I decide to do an article about Abraham. I think you all know the story, but I would like to give my thoughts on it.God tempts Abraham in Philosophical More Like This
Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, "Abraham!"
"Here I am," he replied.
Then God said, "Take your son, your only son, whom you loveIsaacand go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you."(Genesis 22:1-2)
Abraham's reaction to this probably happened off screen, but I wonder what he was thinking at that point. I mean, God, who's supposed to be benevolent, just told him to MURDER his own son. Why would he command him to sacrifice any human being to him, let alone his son?And couldn't Abraham just kill Isaac in his sleep? That way, he would've been done with the whole thing, and it didn't have to become so dramatic.
So the next morning, Abraham and Isaac go to the mountain with the wood for the burned offering. Abraham tells his servants that they're goin
God's motivationI was watching DarkAntic's newest video, ''God's Hand Was Forced'', and I began thinking about the origin of the universe, and especially the claim that God created the universe. Before we get to the point, let's agree that the God described in Monotheism is omnipotent, omniscient and eternal (meaning that he has always existed and always will exist). Let's also take a look at the following verses, to create an even more specific image of the Christian-Judea God:God's motivation in Philosophical More Like This
Nor is He worshiped with men's hands, as though He needed anything, since He gives to all life, breath, and all things. (Acts 17:25, New King James Version)
So God doesn't require anything (this is referred to as his asiety, see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attributes_of_God_in_Christianity#Aseity)
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning. (James 1:17, New King James Version)
So God never changes, at all. Now
Moderates, chose your side.There are two types of Christians. The first type believes that the stories in the Bible are historically true, and have actually happened. These Christians are very common (especially in the USA, where they are the majority). These are the Christians that I (and most other Atheists) are especially trying to reach, because they often harm others with their believes.Moderates, chose your side. in Philosophical More Like This
The second type of Christians believe that the stories in the Bible (like Genesis) are not meant to be taken literally, and are simply parables or metaphors. These Christians are quite common, but to a much less degree than the other type of Christians. While these Christians are often not fundamentalists, they are quite annoying in their own way.
The reason these kind of Christians are so annoying is because they usually target Atheists instead of other Christians, even though they often agree more with Atheists than with other Christians. They accuse us of taking the Bible literally, and try to make us look just as ignora
Atheism, what it REALLY isWhenever I'm having arguments with theists, or when I'm looking up what people think the word ''Atheist'' actually means, I notice how misinformed people actually are about us. I'm not only talking about the religious fanatics, but also about the casual theists, and even many people who don't want to admit that they are technically Atheists. This article is meant to combat the stereotypes related to Atheism.Atheism, what it REALLY is in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let's start with the definition of Atheism. An Atheist is (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atheism#Definitions_and_distinctions):
1. Negative Atheism: Someone who doesn't have believe in any kind of god (either he/she has never heard of God, doesn't take a stand regarding the existence of god, or simply believes that God's existence is unlikely, without believing that the statement ''There's at least one god'' must be false). In this case, Atheism is simply LACK of theism. This means that most agnostics are also Atheists, even though they don't like to admit it.
The Book of JobLet's take a look at the Book of Job, one of the most revolting stories ever told. For those who have never heard of Job, he is the title character of the Book of Job. He was a wealthy man with many possessions, servants, a wife, 7 sons and 3 daughters. He was a good man who cared about his family, his friends, and the people around him. He also praised God and shunned evil.The Book of Job in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, however, Satan (actually not the same being as Satan from the New Testament), has something to say about this:
So Satan answered the Lord and said, "Does Job fear God for nothing? Have You not made a hedge around him, around his household, and around all that he has on every side? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions have increased in the land. But now, stretch out Your hand and touch all that he has, and he will surely curse You to Your face!"
And the Lord said to Satan, "Behold, all that he has is in your power; only do not lay a hand on his person."
So Satan went out from the pres
The Christian ScamMany of you may have heard of Original Sin, which is one of the most important aspects of Christianity. According to most Christians, we are all born with original sin because of what Adam and Eve did. According to them, Jesus died on the cross to forgive us for our sins, and if we accept his forgiveness, we are saved.The Christian Scam in Philosophical More Like This
As I explained in several of my other articles, the whole Original Sin story doesn't make any sense. My article ''With Great Power...'' explains why the Fall doesn't make sense, while ''God and (in)justice'' partly explains why Jesus's sacrifice wasn't necessary. Besides, there's no evidence that the story of genesis is actually true, and while Jesus may have existed, it doesn't conclude that he actually died for people's sins. For more reasons why the sacrifice doesn't make any sense, check ShakeySurgeon's video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYf1Vyln8zo
However, what I want to talk about now is not how little sense Original Sin makes, but what the actual point of it i
How the Bible should have endedNote: Some of these monologues are actual Bible verses which I slightly edited to fit in the sketch. Please read the notes in the description bar for further information about some of the sketches.How the Bible should have ended in Short Stories More Like This
God: Hey guys. This entire garden is yours, and that of your offspring. You are free to eat from any tree in the garden.
Adam: Any tree?
God: Well, of course. I mean, did you think I put a tree there with fruit that, if you ate from it, would make both you and all of your offspring, a.k.a the human race, suddenly sinful?
Adam: Of course not. Why would you ever think about doing something like that?
God: I know right! Now how about I create a wife for you?
Adam: Also out of dirt?
God: No, by putting you to sleep and tearing out one of your ribs. Of course dirt!
Genesis (alternate take):
Satan: Looks like that whole ''humanity'' thing is going to work out pretty well.
God: Of course it does. After all, I'm perfect.
Satan: Yeah, about that.. How would you like it if I went down there a
Humble ArroganceIn elementary school, we always had a large break during the afternoon. During this break, most of us went home for lunch, especially those who lived close to school. Some students, whose parents were at work or just to busy, spend the break at school, where they had lunch with other students. I always did this on Thursday. The school I went to was a Protestant school. We prayed during class, sang Christian songs, had to listen to the teacher while she was reading the Bible, and we went to church on Easter and Christmas. When I spend my break at school, we always had to pray before we ate our lunches. We prayed to god, thanking him for the food that we were about to eat.Humble Arrogance in Philosophical More Like This
Now I'm in High School, and I've been an Atheist for more than 3 years. Now I realize that there was something seriously wrong with those prayers we had during the breaks. I realized this after seeing Darkmatter2525's video ''Atheist Comedy - God's Priorities''.
The problem with the prayer is that when you t