Robert M Smith


From The Mists Of Time - Poem by Robert M Smith

Throw all religions in the air
We see Satan strike a pose
Gods dressed godlike are all there.

Throw all religions in the air
From the mists of time they chime
Call adherents for a wonderful time.

Throw all religions in the air
An atheist comes from nowhere
Now they have all disappeared.

Topic(s) of this poem: religions


Comments about From The Mists Of Time by Robert M Smith

  • Captain CurCaptain Cur (2/17/2020 4:13:00 PM)

    Interesting thoughts here, most people are fed up with formalized religions when their leaders sins seem far greater than our own. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 14, 2020

Poem Edited: Friday, February 14, 2020


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