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    dots Submission Name: "Ockham's Razor"dots
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    Author: col13x
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    dots"Ockham's Razor"dots
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    Oh God, you are so very big
    And we
    We are so very small

    We are the seamen stains
    On your pristine white sheets
    Full of guilty little machinations
    And furtive masturbation's

    We are the dust
    The dust which sits at the back of the vacuum cleaner
    Nay, we are the dust
    Which has filtered through the vacuum bag
    And clogs up the machine
    And stops it from working

    We are the dirty little specs of filthiness
    Before your divine and wondrous eyes
    We are totally unlovable
    Oh God

    Oh God
    How we praise you
    On high
    As high as The Moon
    Or Venus or The Sun
    So very, very, very, high
    At least as high as heaven is
    At least that much
    ( and probably more I am sure )

    Oh God, we are all so unworthy
    Not fit to breath really
    And even though you created us
    It would have been better to leave us as dust
    The same dust which clogs up
    The great and wonderful universal vacuum cleaner

    Oh God, we are as blots before your eyes
    So despicable are we for enjoying
    How we multiply
    And so craven is the flesh
    That we would seek to multiply more than once
    Forgive us Oh Lord
    For we are weak

    Pitiful
    Sad
    Sinful
    Filthy
    Dirty
    Even pornography
    It just can’t be that you created us
    I mean
    We are just so fucking terrible
    You must really hate us

    Oh Lord
    Please forgive us
    We are truly, deeply, sorry and we apologise
    Most sincerely
    For having been created in the first place
    It would be somewhat presumptuous of me to say
    “you made a mistake”
    But why not just throw us all in that great brimstone big bonfire
    And start again

    And this time Oh Lord
    For Jesus Christ Sake
    Get it
    Right












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      If there is anything to say here, it is that you have described the inner most feelings of a Christian with conviction. You didn't hold back, didn't worry about what others may say or criticize. It's bold, it's scary to think about. For the most part, I am very impressed. I would disagree with presuming that God has made a mistake with us. It's true that we have fallen short of His grace but He gave us the freedom of choice and that is what sets us apart from anything else. We are not controlled and come to Him of our own free will. Many are misguided and truthfully, we are all misguided in some sort of fashion. But, it is all a learning experience that only us as humans can fully understand. Thank you for this poem, your great conviction is a beacon of light to a world that has become so numb. I pray God blesses you with many insights into his plans for you and that you and your family are prosperous in the up coming future.
    | Posted on 2010-06-20 00:00:00 | by wishmaster1256 | [ Reply to This ]


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