wall street preachersA Poem by nigrum homonculusthis is aimed at all the preachers who claim they have "divine" power and cleanse man of sickness in a bid to be paid for it....makes me sick.
no hope, false faith
sin is a business, preachers pay. no hope, no dreams this money grabbing reality. black book, black ink. religious contract you're bound with. preach poorly, rob blatantly mass manufactured blasphemy they roamed the earth for too damn long suited, booted, singing holy songs. words of god spoke with snake like tongues, hide the truth, make sure freedom isn't ever sung. grace the audience with the voodoo and illusion comatose, liberated, what a false conclusion. rebirth in the hands of a false prophet just another days work if you think about it. i wouldn't mind if these preachers never wake again. fall asleep, rise in hell, their money wouldn't save them lock them in a stone box, wrap them in the flames. eternally brand them with religious shame.
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StatsAuthornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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