Well, I have a title!
Sounds about write...
My eyes can get blurry this time of the night:
Well, now I remember what we were talking about-
The Atheist; their out and about..
They have some good points, more than a few: well versed in knowledge; scripture and verse;
Blasphemous outburst, not fearing the curse.
It's hard to argue, there's plenty to slander: vanity; hypocrisy, just to name me and you..
What can you say to that?
All of it is true.
Then there's the stories, fiction at best..or downright lies!
A cunning plan! Hatched by man; to keep the pope alive.
I don't know? I don't think so!
Now a world divided..
What once was one has now become a cacophony of liars..
Bay be that's a little harsh? But I am trying to find a rhyme
But you must admit; you hear some shit; in the air and on the wires.
It's Nebuchadnezzar's dream!
Can anyone remember? Has anybody seen?
Democracy one 0 one.
Fifty one stick it up forty nine bums.
So, we keep arguing over wrong and right; who did what and who should pay..
There must be a better way.
Of coarse there is: keep harping on; one day baby we can right a song...
A melody: soft and cool., to woo them in...
What a tool!
You know what I am talking about..a blue's number that break the heart...
You old fart!
Those Negro's had it: not long ago...
He eased their burdens, they laid them all down; the joy was receiving,..
The King was in town?
That's right Frankie, they knew who's who...
A nation divided.
That's me and you.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Great write
Differences in opinions and views that are not well tolerated. I don’t know why it is so difficult to let others believe as they do As long as it doesn’t affect me and you.
I think you have something there, but I can't see a way to comment on it and do it justice....
I'll take that as a compliment, thank you.
Very "extraspective" of the human condition and the challenges of being.
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