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Homophobe

 

Our Heavenly Father is Loving and Just

Obey his laws, you certainly must

For He hath surely condemned
Each and every Homosexual

It clearly states this in my Twentieth Century English Holy Bible

With weapons of mass destruction
Sodom and Gomora were annihilated
Without a shred of regret
Or single ounce of remorse
Because every single resident violated
The little known Thirteenth Commandment
Chiseled in stone, communicated to all
Thou Shalt Have Heterosexual Intercourse

Just you nevermind the part of the story
In which the Lord in all his Shining Glory
Ignored Lot's proposal to have his daughters
Gangraped and Sodomited
Or turned his wife to salt
The bitch was deserving, it was her fault
It's crystal clear, no muddy waters here
Nothing for you to get excited

Just you nevermind those other verses
The Pope insists are properly translated
Such as the obscure words of Leviticus
In which the Almighty clearly mandated
Animal sacrifices to cure your sins
The Death Penalty for disobeying his laws
Toleration of slavery among other things
Try not to focus on these flaws

Homophobe, through my telescope
I see you orbiting the globe
In your linear, twitching cunt
Witchhunting anal probe

What sadistic angel perched on your shoulder
And tugged at your lobe
Filled you brain with such hatred
For the average ordinary everyday Job

It would please us if Mister Jesus
Returned and not a minute too soon
And Raptured those lacking independent thought
To some distant, secluded moon

Let them colonize their own private Heaven
Far away from every normal Christian
Paradise Lost on the edge of the solar system
How nice it would be for us and them

A planet free of homosexuality
To compliment their own warped reality
Like Adam and Eve and all the rest
Who felt that incest was the best

Homophobe, through my telescope
I see you orbiting the globe
In your linear, cunt twitching
Witchhunting anal probe

What sadistic angel perched on your shoulder
And tugged at your lobe
Filled you brain with such hatred
For the average ordinary everyday Job

 

 

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