Really big gun ponted at the universe

the relationship between man, god, and masterbating

blame your god for....

our destruction....

a mindless mirage....

gives life meaning....

 

I can't deny, the power of a lie

try suicide, but why should I die

for sins of flesh, erotic mind

we shall die and burn in hell for pleasures we deny

 

The pleasure is torture nothing is mine

we have no future release mankind

 

your a motherfucking liar lay your hands on mans desire

Reviews

[Althea Tremaine]

This is different. I like the message behind your poem, however, it lacks any rhythm or flow. I'd try separating lines, adding punctuation, and, of course, making sure you change the title from "realy" to "really."