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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>About God and Life and that Sorta Stuff</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I need Your help, Lord, what should I do? <br>I don't know how to pray to You, <br>My words are jumbled up, confused, <br>My conscience prods me, I'm accused<br>Of doing things I shouldn't do<br>And thinking things I shouldn't think<br>And drowning everything in drink! ! <br>I remember, when I went to school, <br>I thought the teacher was a fool; <br>How could a person who was crucified<br>Come back to life? I was sure he lied.<br>The Virgin Birth was just a joke, <br>Women can't get pregnant without a bloke, <br>Who was this teacher trying to kid? <br>I knew far more than that teacher did! <br>Why should I care about my soul? <br>I was much more interested in Rock & Roll! <br>My Christian friends seemed rather wet<br>(But they were tempted too I bet!) <br>While they were keeping their conscience clean<br>I'd found a far more interesting scene, <br>It was on the other side of town<br>(The side that's mentioned with a frown!) <br>I'd found a street were the lights were red<br>And people spent most of their time in bed.<br>A stranger filled me with desire<br>And set my soul and limbs on fire.<br>So what if they did it for a price<br>With a 'Thank you, dear, that was very nice'? <br>Oh, I was hooked, I knew it too, <br>But I always surrendered, well wouldn't you? <br>First there was sex and the came drugs<br>(My chaste old school-friends must be mugs!) <br>I couldn't wait to get my fix, <br>I lived for alcohol, drugs and chicks! <br>I didn't know there'd come a day<br>When the bright lights vanished and all was grey! <br>Depression came to rule instead<br>Of the pleasures of my girlfriend's bed, <br>My life was ruined, full of grief, <br>I had no comfort, no belief<br>To cling to in my hour of need, <br>Christianity seemed a hollow creed.<br>The You came knocking on my empty heart<br>And promised me a Brand New Start! <br>After all the suffering and pain<br>You said I could be Born Again! <br>A pretty end to this confession! <br>And I'm sorry if I gave the impression<br>That you'd be hearing songs and laughter<br>As I lived happily ever after! <br>There's nothing left that can console<br>Me now, except for Rock & Roll<br>And sustances I shouldn't touch<br>Because they cost me far too much! <br>'Goodbye my Friend, I wish you well<br>From my little cottage in the suburbs of Hell! ! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Thorkild+Ellison">John Thorkild Ellison</a><div class=q>
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I don't know how to pray to You, 
My words are jumbled up, confused, 
My conscience prods me, I'm accused
Of doing things I shouldn't do
And thinking things I shouldn't think
And drowning everything in dr..."></div>
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