Such Bovine Filled With Gas Are As Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Such Bovine Filled With Gas Are As



Those who like the sound of their own voice.
It is but the flammable wind,
that blows from their end not their mouth.
Truth is but a fact,
that is based on empirical evidence, that is an
observation by one whom is unbiased to all.
Just as one's
inability to render sound judgement, by allowing
one to loose their families freedom or life
in believing that some benevolent being,
has for you created some non existent after life.
Though the control over you that they have is
your prison when theirs from you they have taken.
This planet our Earth
will be by U.S. made unsustainable by the need for most
to bring more children into poverty and ignorance.
Woe unto you, whom fail to see the simple truth in that.
Nor the desire to make pretty with an open mouthed
child, with that open blank look that I see with my eye's.
Adult's such as these,
have against U.S. you and me, committed a terrible crime.
Thus as the water begin's to rise, it is not a flood
by your God, but global warming.
Verily unto you I would say, that a pagan must have need
for some God, as I, don't mind burning in hell.
And as long as you say that you do they will by your
own mouth take what life you give up and then leave.
At no great expense to themselves.

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