What is a child's understanding of heaven, of god? A beautiful place, where everything is perfect, where we have everything we need, our family is there, our loved ones, our puppies,

What a laugh,

Do you think they think of god as what's above humans, the almighty right, how almighty,

Heaven, like it’s the finish line,

Go fuck yourself,

In the end we're human,

Some more mature than others,

Why does Christianity place so much hope in simply believing,

You believe, you're done, you're in, heaven is yours,

Go fuck yourself,

When you look above do you think you could do better?

Go fuck yourself,

In fact you could do worse,

Try to do worse,

We need more idiots,

When I see old men raping children I’ll be satisfied,

If you truly see heaven down that route,

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My god, it would be magnificent,

Lay down, god is in charge,

Settle, you won, heaven is a farce,

Stay home, hide away, the world won’t go away,

Some of you need a big ego, just to get through the day,

So small, I hope you grow up, I pray,

I have always loved the sinners, those who knew they were dirty,

I think my father is the same,

Christ cleansed you of sin? Go fuck yourself,

Go back to starting line,

What has life offered you?

I wonder what the peasants feed on,

Do they go to work, are they satisfied with money?

I’m going to die of laughter,

Eat a burger, gain some weight,

Fuck a child, stab your father, have some fun,

I could be the devil,

But you know what,

The devil and god, just two sides, fucking you in the same way,

I’ve heard of this place, called the matrix,

They go to work, they retire, they die,

Are they satisfied?

How many lifetimes in the matrix,

Before you yearn for more,

Take the red pill, follow the red balloon,

Fuck little red riding hood,

Wait there, while I slit your throat,

I don’t think you know,

I loved the girl, my father would give her the world,

But for the little turds,

What sustains little turds,

Schools were meant for shootings,

Run little sheep, run, can you make it?

Actually I’m just kidding,

I’ve been raised well enough to know your father has a plan,

Does he expect you to rape a little girl?

Nah, we’re still human, love or something lingers in our hearts,

The love of life lingers,

Maybe its just a thought, something to think about,

But I’m just saying, by the end of this,

I expect, we’ll be drinking a river of blood,

Whatever, this is Earth, you can at least hope for heaven,

Congratulations you made it to the ripe age of eighty, you died happy,

You’ll go to heaven right?

I can’t stop laughing,

I’m just kidding,

Just a poem,

Relax, take it easy,

Just words, somewhere down the road they could have more meaning,

But maybe you’re innocent,

Maybe life is good,

And this poem is just a turd,

Whatever, I thought it, so I wrote it out,

That’s my motto, just therapy,

Its to ease the blood fiending,

Someone arrest me, haha.