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  • Poetry
     OP - February 02, 2013, 01:57 PM

    I just thought I start a topic on anti-religious poetry, since one was missing.  Afro

    The most merciful Allah, who is more merciful than your own mortal mother, is capable of punishing you for eternity for a finite sin committed in a finite lifetime with finite knowledge, while your mother nor any living creature that is NOT a sadistic mother fucker would never commit such an act.
  • Poetry: Ghastly Apparitions
     Reply #1 - February 02, 2013, 01:58 PM

    Ghastly Apparitions

    In cavernous solitude, even desertous fortitude,
    a loner in contemplation, sees ghastly apparitions,
    assuring his temptations, ascribing to him divinition,
    for believers felicitations, for faithless damnations.

    Starting a new syncretism, justifying many a schisms,
    lure of eternal carnality, fright of eternal deprivity,
    female slaves as property, mere rituals as prosperity,
    doctrine without specificity, dogma lacking sensitivity.

    With his life now a hearsay, yet the faith never sways,
    tales of his bewitchings, still preserved in teachings,
    magic, genies and jujus; logical thoughts are taboos,
    work of a mere plagiarist, is now an eternal jurist.

    Far from all rationality, without any prudent ability,
    faithful suffer scarcity, living on faithless' charity,
    doctrine sanctioned hate, even with their ruiness fate,
    awaiting for lord to smite, is a nation in eternal plight.

    In cavernous solitude, even desertous fortitude,
    a loner in contemplation, sees ghastly apparitions,
    assuring his temptations, ascribing to him divinition,
    for believers felicitations, for faithless damnations.

    The most merciful Allah, who is more merciful than your own mortal mother, is capable of punishing you for eternity for a finite sin committed in a finite lifetime with finite knowledge, while your mother nor any living creature that is NOT a sadistic mother fucker would never commit such an act.
  • Poetry
     Reply #2 - February 02, 2013, 03:26 PM

    Very nice
  • Poetry
     Reply #3 - February 02, 2013, 07:40 PM

     thnkyu

    The most merciful Allah, who is more merciful than your own mortal mother, is capable of punishing you for eternity for a finite sin committed in a finite lifetime with finite knowledge, while your mother nor any living creature that is NOT a sadistic mother fucker would never commit such an act.
  • Poetry
     Reply #4 - April 23, 2013, 10:52 PM

    Funny enough, one against organized religion by Rumi  grin12

    Quote
    What can I do Muslims? I do not know myself.
    I am no Christian, no Jew, no Magian, no Mussulman.
    Not of the East, not of the West. Not of the land, not of the sea.
    Not of the Mine of Nature, not of the circling heavens,
    Not of earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire;
    Not of the throne, not of the ground, of existence, of being;
    Not of India, China, Bulgaria, Saqseen;
    Not of the kingdom of the Iraqs, or of Khorasan;
    Not of this world or the next: of heaven or hell;
    Not of Adam, Eve, the garden of Paradise or Eden;
    My place placeless, my trace traceless.
    Neither body nor soul: all is the life of my Beloved . . .



    "In every religion there is love, yet love has no religion"

    "The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning; the whole business of love is to drown in the sea." - Rumi
  • Poetry
     Reply #5 - April 24, 2013, 06:41 AM

    "Did God set grapes a-growing, do you think,
    And at the same time make it sin to drink?
    Give thanks to Him who foreordained it thus--
    Surely He loves to hear the glasses clink!"

    I break one law, another law to keep;
    The laws of death and hate I scorn to keep,
    The law of Love that is the law of Life--
    That is the only law I dare to keep.

    If I were God, and this poor world were mine,
    O thou shouldst see on what a fair design
    I would rebuild it like a dream for thee,
    Nor shouldst thou ever blush to call it thine.

    Beautiful, daring, witty, ironic etc. The words of 11th century Omar Khayyam. Amazing.

    Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.
  • Poetry
     Reply #6 - November 19, 2013, 11:55 PM

    Ghastly Apparitions

    In cavernous solitude, even desertous fortitude,
    a loner in contemplation, sees ghastly apparitions,
    assuring his temptations, ascribing to him divinition,
    for believers felicitations, for faithless damnations.

    Starting a new syncretism, justifying many a schisms,
    lure of eternal carnality, fright of eternal deprivity,
    female slaves as property, mere rituals as prosperity,
    doctrine without specificity, dogma lacking sensitivity.

    With his life now a hearsay, yet the faith never sways,
    tales of his bewitchings, still preserved in teachings,
    magic, genies and jujus; logical thoughts are taboos,
    work of a mere plagiarist, is now an eternal jurist.

    Far from all rationality, without any prudent ability,
    faithful suffer scarcity, living on faithless' charity,
    doctrine sanctioned hate, even with their ruiness fate,
    awaiting for lord to smite, is a nation in eternal plight.

    In cavernous solitude, even desertous fortitude,
    a loner in contemplation, sees ghastly apparitions,
    assuring his temptations, ascribing to him divinition,
    for believers felicitations, for faithless damnations.


    I like the format

    "Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, and hope without an object cannot live." -Coleridge

    http://sinofgreed.wordpress.com/
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