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Certainly not a Christian

By Soul Churner

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Consistent morally inapplicable, You've ranged me from sainthood To unsuitable. I barely have been enlightened by you. I shared emotions uninvited by you. Are you to have all this fame? Not even blame could be carried by your mistakes. Whatever price you claim, Could not make up for you being impossible. You're irresponsible, Not even tolerable. Now tell me, Who do you think you are?This is just written about a personal experience or rather several personal experiences. It's just a question for some of society's elite religious groups. Written December 30th, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 11:43 AM PST, wendy tyler    18 • 0 • 1

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