We’re running out of time. A time that seems so trivial to a species who believe they were born of God. And yes, this may be true, I mean obviously. If we were not born of God then what were we born of? Nothing? Even if we were born of nothing, then nothing is our God because nothing created everything. Or some krazy multi-demensional conspiracy? That is quite an amusing thought but let us now think with our super-computerlike brains for a sec.
God is Black (Poem)
Why can’t you come to stan
That the Jews were Black
That Kingdom Come Is more than you can stan
Lonely Road (Lyrics)
Have Mercy (Lyrics)
The Horizon (Poem)
Jesus Was (Poem)
Be Fruitful (Poem)
Down with the Bible Candy (Poem)
Thief in the Night (Poem)
Happy Thanksgiving All You Christian Hypocrites

Let us begin this tirade against the blasphemous harlot that Christianity has become with a moment of silence to remember the genocidal history behind Thanksgiving. Let us also take a moment to reflect on the millions of turkeys that were slaughtered, minus the one that was ‘pardoned,’ and the tons of waste that will soon enter the landfills and waterways.