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He seized me by my slender neck I could not call or scream,

then took me to his dingy room where we could not be seen,

he stripped me of my flimsy wrap and gazed upon my form,

I was cold and damp and scared but he was flushed and warm,

he pressed his feverish lips to mine I could not make him stop,

he drained me to my very self I gave him every drop,

he made me what I am today that's why you find me here,

a broken bottle thrown away that once was filled with beer..

Edited by grinder

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THE LIES THAT LIE

 

by Michael Pain

 

I see the hate and fear in your eyes

If only you would take a look and realize the lies that lie behind your eyes.

the holder of the scripture is the breeder of hate.

He fills you with the misinformation, falsification And fabrication.

you take the bait.

The hate spreads lIke a virus.

A neurological disease

I am now a demon to the world.

If only you would take A look and realize the lies that lie behind your faithful eyes.

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Elizabeth Cady-Stanton on suppression

 

 

"The memory of my own suffering has prevented me from ever shadowing one young soul with the superstitions of the Christian religion."

 

"The Bible and the Church have been the greatest stumbling blocks in the way of women's emancipation."

 

"The bible teaches that woman brought sin and death into the world, that she precipitated the fall of the race, that she was arraigned before the judgment seat of Heaven, tried, condemned and sentenced. Marriage for her was to be a condition of bondage, maternity a period of suffering and anguish, and in silence and subjection, she was to play the role of a dependent on man's bounty for all her material wants, and for all the information she might desire...Here is the Bible position of woman briefly summed up."

 

She wrote of the Bible, "I found nothing grand in the history of the Jews nor in the morals inculcated in the Pentateuch. Surely the writers had a very low idea of the nature of their god. They made him not only anthropomorphic, but of the very lowest type, jealous and revengeful, loving violence rather than mercy. I know of no other books that so fully teach the subjection and degradation of women." [Women Without Superstition]

 

- Elizabeth Cady Stanton, American suffragist (1815-1902).

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Muslim suicide bombers in Britain are set to begin a three-day strike on Monday in a dispute over the number of virgins they are entitled to in the afterlife. Emergency talks with Al Qaeda have so far failed to produce an agreement.

 

The unrest began last Tuesday when Al Qaeda announced that the number of virgins a suicide bomber would receive after his death will be cut by 25% this April, from 72 to only 54. The rationale for the cut was the increase in recent years of the number of suicide bombings and a subsequent shortage of virgins in the afterlife.

 

The suicide bombers' union, the British Organization of Occupational Martyrs (or B.O.O.M.) responded with a statement that this was unacceptable to its members and immediately balloted for strike action.

 

General Secretary Abdullah Amir told the press, "Our members are literally working themselves to death in the cause of Jihad. We don't ask for much in return but to be treated like this is like a kick in the teeth."

 

Speaking from his shed in Tipton in the West Midlands in which he currently resides, Al Qaeda chief executive Osama bin Laden explained, "We sympathize with our workers' concerns but Al Qaeda is simply not in a position to meet their demands. They are simply not accepting the realities of modern-day Jihad in a competitive marketplace.

 

"Thanks to Western depravity, there is now a chronic shortage of virgins in the afterlife. It's a straight choice between reducing expenditure and laying people off. I don't like cutting wages but I'd hate to have to tell 3000 of my staff that they won't be able to blow themselves up."

 

Spokespersons for the union in the Northeast of England, Ireland, Wales and the entire Australian continent stated that the strike would not affect their operations as "There are no virgins in our areas anyway".

 

Apparently the drop in the number of suicide bombings has been put down to the emergence of the Scottish singing star, Susan Boyle - now that Muslims know what a virgin looks like that they are not so keen on going to paradise.

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And here I might (if I but durst) reveal

What Pranks are play'd in the Confessional:

How haunted Virgins have been dispossest,

And Devils were cast out to let in Priest:

What Fathers act with Novices alone,

And what to Punks in shriving Seats is done;

Who thither flock to Ghostly Confessor,

To clear old Debts, and tick with Heav'n for more.

Oft have I seen these hallow'd Altars stain'd

With Rapes, those Pews with Buggeries profan'd :

 

John Oldhams died 1683.

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Test o' Fires

 

by Michael Gibb

 

Placing Satan in their handbags

they go 'a knocking on doors

where they're least expected

to trade the here-and-now

for everlasting obscurity.

 

All for a Book filled with the

occult, murderous intentions, and twisted realities

where truth is falsehood and falsehood is gospel

and a simple question

merits the death penalty.

 

With the pitter-patter of tiny feet

they approach with learned stealth

caring for nothing

but the opium high of testifying.

 

Overjoyed by rejection

yet bewildered by disbelief

their prayer orgies strafe the ethers

in long arches of arrogance.

 

"We have the truth!" they proclaim boldly

as legion more proclaim a differing story.

I read their Book filled with

insanity, conflict, and unnumbered depravities

then look into their junkie eyes.

 

Nothing that I say can appease

the Beast lurking behind the message

with peace on the lips

and dripping evil on the tongue.

 

Quickly closing the door

on the message of death

disguised in goodness,

a sigh of relief passes my lips.

 

The wolves of the forest

have been kept at bay

for

,at least,

one more day.

 

An Atheist's Christmas

by Kim Cole

 

Can you hear the bells?

Can you hear the bells?

Can you hear them calling?

 

Listen to the bells

Listen to the bells

Look, the boundary's falling

 

I can smell the trees

All so bright and green

I can see the lights

Twinkle in the night.

 

I can feel the joy

In the girls and boys

I can see the hope

In the smiling folk

 

Can you hear the bells?

Can you hear the bells?

Can you hear them calling?

 

Listen to the bells

Listen to the bells

Look, the boundary's falling

 

It's the time of year

To feel winter cheer

All mankind is one

All daughters and sons

 

We should remember

Not just December

Believer or non

All of us are one.

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The Guy Who Invented Religion

by Cat

 

He said:

I want a barrier

To divide Different people

Who stood side by side.

 

I want hypocrisy

And constant war.

Common sense

I want to ignore.

 

I want exploitation,

My voice to be heard

And to spread disease

Throughout the World.

 

I want riches,

"It's god's word," i'll cry.

While millions of people Fall down. And die.

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Musical poetry, a favourite of mine.

 

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An Untrustworthy God

 

by François

 

Because I choose not to obey,

To words spoken in metaphors,

Left too open to interpretation,

I am warned of condemnation.

I never sought to make sense,

Of these symbols left to chance,

I will be my own creation,

The results of my own conclusion.

 

I am deemed self-important,

Egotistical and arrogant,

I am told I believe in lies,

As they plead to me with their cries,

And their age-old rethoric,

That leave my insides twisted and sick,

On how they simply came to offer,

These truths they hold to make life better.

 

There is strength in their numbers,

Their many prophets of terror,

Who seek to control the mind,

Of any weakened soul they can find,

To slowly mold the inner being,

Into this great ideal they have foreseen,

They dismiss other paths at first glance,

As they speak of their holy tolerance.

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There is one wager,

on all, I'd surely bet.

That the universe was not made,

to ensure your parents met.

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The Mighty Electron

Mighty electron, what should I make of you?

With a spin of 1/2 you will form pairs,

of oppisite spin leading to orbitals,

chemistry, life and pears.

 

Birthed durring the big bang,

your identy you may fain,

bound with quarks as a neutron,

but Beta decay will set you free,

along with your neutrino partner,

so that energy conservation you may maintain.

 

Perhaps you interact with the higgs field?

So you may never attain the velocity of light,

but emit it you will when,

you drop down the difference,

between orbital heights.

 

Where are you and how fast are you going?

Mighty electron, I don't have a clue,

with a certainty less then h bar over two.

 

A partical or a wave?

Perhaps a wavical?

A wave of what?

probability, possibility, all of the above?

Mighty electron you are juxtaposicle,

chaotical and

just a bit quizzical?

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