Dried weeds entangle thy mind,
Around every crevice holy thorns intertwine,
Delusions of hope drown your reason,
Would God call thy words treason?
So confused are these little ones,
As Your word is changed for every son,
Your scrolls have been defiled,
Now how are we suppose to believe in your child?
So many forms of your so called word,
No wonder your message we haven�t heard!
Send down your sweet messenger Gabriel,
This world is past being stable,
We want your trumpets, your judgement,
To be to heaven or hell sent,
Be end to this unending stupidity!
(Note: Like I said, nothing against Christians, this poem could go with almost any religion. They constantly 'modernize' and destroy certain points in their religion to keep things more in their hands...Kinda pisses me off really...)