By: Chip Sheppard Poem by Toine Sheppard

This poem goes to all whom know and feel
To thoes who see culture unforgiving.

Th man they prize could not have been real
Hate abundent religion deceiving.

They clame all love to the ones whom they hate
When hatered towrd themselves is the real truth.

The time will come and theyll dicover fate.
The surpent was right to suggest the fruit.

Yes it was said you read everything right
This religion is so intolerent

Fire ready for someone to ignite
The people who preach are all ignorant.

The cult is not my religion and faith
It's your who also terrorize and hate.

By: Chip Sheppard