God's Reputation

[eyesores and candy drops]

(This poem _must_ be read aloud and fast paced for it to sound good, otherwise the repetitive rhyme doesn't flow. Yes, it's a tad critical of religion, but it sounds awesome so focus on that if you have to. Please feel free to comment and critique.)


And it's a shame, wouldn't you know
That behind the shame
There lies a name
The name might just be the same
As the one who you claim -
God.
God? Shame follows the followers
But does that kill His reputation?
And what really lines a reputation
Other than masturbation
Masturbation?
And cocaine.
Cocaine? Don't refrain
You can't complain
For what is snorting a drug
Other than getting an inverse hug
The inverse of the function x of y?
Why doesn't the function just ******** die
Dying invokes the lie
To the children and to the masses
Of a God who just barely passes
Right before He goes and crashes
The City.
Not just any city
For it must be riddled with Sin.
Sin, sin. A sin of the skin
A sin of what lies within
Within the skin of the FLESH
Flesh oh my beloved flesh
You and the One just won't mesh
Flesh: we eat it, we breathe it, we are ******** if it's appropriate
I'll just quit
Quite the quitter he said to his Father
Not yours and mine, only his is the bother
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Shallow be thy name
Thy Kingship come,
Thy will be done, on earth as it isn't in Heaven
(Earth will never be like Heaven
Unless you multiply by seven)
Give us this day our once daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses...
(Trespasses? Of which I have none
You see a ton and shun)
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation
(We'll stumble into temptation nonetheless)
But deliver us from evil.
Now end this hypnotic, hypocritical prayer
Which you did as a favor
With a solid Amen.
Not a man, but Amen
You wouldn't dare risk not saying it again
Fear your God
And his famed facade
God's reputation...?
It resembles mutilation.  

[Patron with a Mission]

-claps-

It carries a good tone throughout, kind of like Linkin Park's "Hands Held High". The poem is very well done.