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False Preachers

False preachers,
Many will come against my name;
religious imposters,
You will know them by their fruits;
Try keeping 'The Fourth Commandment' and see,
How fast the rich religions do turn on you!
By the way of remembrance,
Here a little and there a little;
But the soul that sins will surely die.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Preachers Of The Night

See the gates of hell and theyre still bleeding
Creatures of the night are creeping out - so proud
Ill be there once more to feed them
More and more theyre sneaking in my mind - so strong
All in all nothings left behind
Cannot hold it back this dark desire
Dont turn your head or youll be dead
The good have gone to ground - you know why
Preachers of the night - theyre calling
Preachers of the night - there will be no tomorrow
Preachers of the night - Im falling
Preachers of the night - they want me back
Touch the gates of hell while theyre still bleeding
Tearing at my soul and watch it weep - so raw
You better back off
My mind is not my own take heed then
All evils been unleashed within us all - so war!
You better back off
All in all nothings left behind
Cannot hold it back this dark desire
Dont turn your head or youll be dead
The good have gone to ground - you know why
Preachers of the night - theyre calling
Preachers of the night - there will be no tomorrow
Preachers of the night - Im falling
Preachers of the night - they want me back
Deal me out - Ive had enough
Trading in the kingdom of te beast
Step by step - not far behind me
Flesh and blood will never rest in peace
All in all nothings left behind
Cannot hold it back this dark desire
Dont turn your head or youll be dead
The good have gone to ground - you know why
Preachers of the night - theyre calling
Preachers of the night - there will be no tomorrow
Preachers of the night - Im falling
Preachers of the night - they want me back
Preachers of the night - theyre calling
Preachers of the night - there will be no tomorrow
Preachers of the night - Im falling
Preachers of the night - they want me back

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Act Of Rememberence

Arms of steel, hair of gold
Royal blue eyes, with a rebel soul
You scared me, you still do
But I loved you
More than you ever knew
This is my act of remembrance
My act of remembrance
Doctor's face, said the time had come
I stood up, and began to run
My boy's voice, called your name
You roared back and the silence came
This is my act of remembrance
My act of remembrance
Drove my car, to your street
Hoped a ghost, I would meet
Well that ghost, he's moved on
But his anger, Dad is it gone?
Is the pain gone, is it all gone?
This is my act of remembrance
My act of remembrance
This is my act of remembrance

song performed by by Proclaimers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The supreme truths are neither the rigid conclusions of logical reasoning nor the affirmations of credal statement, but fruits of the soul's inner experience. Intellectual truth is only one of the doors to the outer precincts of the temple. And since intellectual truth turned towards the Infinite must be in its very nature many-sided and not narrowly one, the most varying intellectual beliefs can be equally true because they mirror different facets of the Infinite. However separated by intellectual distance, they still form so many side-entrances which admit the mind to some faint ray from a supreme Light. There are no true and false religions, but rather all religions are true in their own way and degree. Each is one of the thousand paths to the One Eternal.

quote by Sri Aurobindo
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Shake Narrow Preachings Off

All races have their origin in one cell.
All the blacks, whites and browns are one.
Were you grown in wombs for ten months
to die early for the cause of religions
and leave the mothers to weep till their end?
Religions catch them young
and teach them obsolete imports from the holy books
and transform a cross-section of them
into open or hidden extremists.
The stocks of narrow ideas are replenished often
with false interpretations of the holy books.
The politicians take the sharp arms of religions
either to seize the throne or not to lose it
If cunning is called intelligence,
the priests in all the cults are brilliant
in shaping the minds of the young
to be martyrs for their cult.

When some countries are in political turmoil,
grown out of religious terror,
the rich people get reprieve for migrating
to nations where peace prevails.
The poor die in cross-fire
in their own mother lands.
When all religions leading to one God,
the priests make them criss-cross,
and whatever the situation may be
heads the priests win and tails the poor lose.
When the earthquakes, volcanos and tsunamis hit,
let not religion and racial animosities
disturb the peace of this earth.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Eatting Fruits

Eat fruits
Eat...
Every day...
Each
Break fast...
Lunch...
Dinner...
Eat...

Fruits...
Fruits is
Good for health...
Fruits is
Good for Taste
Fruits is
Good for mind...
Fruits is

Good for god...
So...
Fruits is
Good for hole and

Hoe body...
Any fruits...
Any time...
Eat eat eat...
Avoide all all
Disease...
Thats all...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Charactered Nature

Keeping my soul is like keeping faith,
Character is important, like the balls of fire
That rage on in the very halls of fame.
They have fame as a grace, they have ugly traits
But beautiful on the outside.
The fire is strange, of keeping the soul,
Character is important.
May the goodness of life strike rich with success,
Too much success is developed with the character built.
May the outer happiness be an inner happiness,
Keeping the soul is like keeping character.

poem by Naveed Akram
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You're No God

Dark rewrite of the Linda Ronstadt classic You're No Good

Written for the antichrist whoever they may be

Feeling bitter, now that you know to me you'll never get through
Feeling bitter 'cause I just won't
I just won't give in to you
I learned my real savior's lesson
I gladly bear the scars of his cross
Turning my back on you
Just like he ask me to
Cause through my faith in him
I've seen you for who you really are

You're no God
You're no God
You're no God
False prophet, you're no God
I'm gonna sing it again
Till this whole falling apart world knows
You're no God
You're no God
You're no God
False prophet, you're no God
No God
No God of mine

You wanna steal away a lamb from his flock that's good and pure
Well, I won't throw my soul away
No, not over a devil like you
Someday forced to repent
Repent for your sins
You'll be forced to beg his forgivness on bended knee
Oh, I would't blame him if he ask me to sing
Ask me to sing to you

You're no God
You're no God
You're no God
False prophet, you're no God
I'm gonna sing it again
Till all turn away from your dark light
You're no God
You're no God
You're no God
False prophet, you're no God

I'm telling you now, false messiah
As I'm sending you away
Far, far away from me
Forget about it false messiah
'Cause you're not winning my soul this day, today

You're no God
You're no God
You're no God
False prophet, you're no God
I'm gonna sing it again
Till all your devil's lies are exposed
You're no God
You're no God
You're no God
False messiah, you're no God
Oh, oh no
You're no God
You're no God
You're no God
False messiah, you're no God

2008 Ramona Thompson

poem by Ramona Thompson
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Wakye

Imposters! !
Of evil men and women;
Deceiving and being deceived!
But a trumpet was heard at the sea;
And, it located the cattle in your yard.

You were one of the imposters and you are now afraid!
Because Wakye my friend was able to record your deeds;
And now, you are hiding yourself from us.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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While few religious leaders and scholars would doubt the commonalities that exist among the various religious groups, the followers of these religions unfortunately struggle in their effort to peacefully coexist.

quote by Alcee Hastings
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A just laicism allows religious freedom. The state does not impose religion but rather gives space to religions with a responsibility toward civil society, and therefore it allows these religions to be factors in building up society.

quote by Joseph Ratzinger
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Confessing Sins

when guilt is full
there comes a time when we think of
the possibility of confessing our sins,
the usual sins of omissions
more than our sins of commissions,

to a friend perhaps, but you doubt
for he has more sins than you have
and it might as well end
on the reverse, you the listening tree
and he the barking dog,

or perhaps to a religious group but
you shy away because of their number
and you might as well at the end be the
subject of their gossip
in town for a week or so,

and so you become a catholic again
on a Sunday before your parish priest
you kneel down and confess your sins,
and your dismay the priest says,
'
my son these are not sins anymore
under the new doctrines
with an ending, don't worry my boy
you'll do penance just the same
say three our fathers and three hail Mary's
and don't come back

your sins are the same as mine'

what comfort is this, when sins are confessed
to a person on the same misery and guilt as we are.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thank y'all

I would like, I would like to thank you all…

Thanks to the Soldier that serves his country
Saying he has no well-power other than conformity

Thanks to the General for enforcing his authority
Implementing his orders in return for obedience

Thanks to the Politicians for all those promises
Keeping them is another case due to their emptiness

Thanks to the UN for being so powerful
Influencing only the weak who can't deal with weaponry

Thanks to the US for being so fatherly
Showing great strengths to assist the weak ones down

Thanks to TV for keeping the visions busy
Having an impact on all the aspects of reality

Thanks to the BBC for being so honest
Distributing news that's so politically biased

Thanks to Disney channel for being so clear
Sexualization of children from such a young age

Thanks to Music for all the richness
Making money by keeping them all in darkness

Thanks to Hip Hop for changing its principles
Getting infected to degrade its values

Thanks to the Celebrity culture for keeping the masses entertained
Blindly not aware about their surroundings

Thanks to Technology for making everyone attached to a screen
Busy with their devices always away from those in need

Thanks to "Religious" preachers for fuelling the conflicts
Keeping the hatred going between their followers

Thanks to God for creating us so differently
So we get to know each other not confront aggressively

Thank you Sir for reminding me all the time
For things that I know but choose to ignore

poem by Jacob Arden
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The maker is not to blame.

Men had been rational
Till they’ve made religions,
Since when the religions
Have made them mere sheep.

Men had been awaken
Till they’ve made religions,
Since when the religions
Have made them quite drowsy.

Men had been brotherly
Till they’ve made religions,
Since when the religions
Have bred the rivalries.

Men had been good in mind
Till they’ve made religions,
Since when with all the walls,
They have become perverts.

If what was intended
From what was made
Has not been the outcome,
The maker is not to blame.
17.03.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The hired preachers of all sects, creeds, and religions, never do, and never can, teach any thing but what is in conformity with the opinions of those who pay them.

quote by Francis Wright
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Wentertainment

Entertainment

Where I grew up the landscape was flat, the sky wide
and Christianity, demanding. The nearest village didn’t
have a cinema but sometimes a travelling preacher
came along and the meeting hall was full.

They were good the old preachers, spoke about sin,
forgiveness and the saving of the soul. Many cried
came up to the podium spoke of their many sins and
was forgiven, many came it was a good meeting.

Our neighbour was there being saved, the farmer
told me that he was always saved but it didn’t last
long, he tended to look embarrassed for a few days,
then he was back being his old sinful self.

The farmer’s wife, Alice, stirred restless in her seat,
her eyes shone she wanted to get up there and
confess her sins; I still wonder what sins that might
have been? But the farmer, Torvald, held her back.

Back at the farm Torvald had a dram his wife sat near
him, and at milking time next morning she was half
an hour late, said she hadn’t heard the alarm clock;
the farmer didn’t get up before breakfast at eight

Yes, they had warm, caressing voices the preachers
of old, and sometimes they thundered about sin till
we deliciously shivered, and when the collection box
went around we kindly gave more than old buttons.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The history of religions reaches down and makes contact with that which is essentially human: the relation of man to the sacred. The history of religions can play an extremely important role in the crisis we are living through. The crises of modern man are to a large extent religious ones, insofar as they are an awakening of his awareness to an absence of meaning.

quote by Mircea Eliade
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Down to the Ground

Pride goes before a fall
High lofty towers burn to the ground
Symbols of money, oppression
Wealth built on the backs of slaves

I am for the distribution of wealth
For all the nations rising
Lets see health care for all
Lets send all to school and college

I hate the death of the innocent
False religions shall also burn
The earth shall soon be on fire
Everything that should fall, will fall

Look at the angry flag worshippers
Idolaters who put nation above love
Ideologies of amassing power
Propaganda, your country is better

See the priests weep for Babylon
Religious robes hiding the State
Leading the blind into sectarianism
Preaching nationalism as Gods Word

National guards in poor countries
Trained to protect American interests
Love your country or leave it!
They stole it from the Native Americans

American capitalism must end
False ideals so high and mighty
Military power backing corporations
Tar and feather the rich who steal

The rich trample on the poor
They pollute the entire world
Lawyers to back up their greed
Laws bent to protect their wealth

In money we trust burns

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Religions Are Welcome

It's a pleasure to lecture
About the sin of stealing.
It's a pleasure to listen
To talks on sins of stealing.
A thief speaks; other thieves hear.
Then they disperse for works.
Speaking and hearing about sins
Sooth the burns of sins people make.
Hence people welcome religions.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Turn Away

I open my arms to hold you
You turn away you turn away
I feel it just like I told you
How can you turn away
The things that we said last saturday night
You turn away you turn away
Now you want to throw that away
How can you turn away
Bridge
It was true love it was you and me
And the sliver moon and the shining sea]
It was new but it felt to me
Just like love was suppsosed to be
Finally
And now your eyes wont meet mine
You turn away you turn away
I never want to taste that sweet wine again
How can you turn away
Bridge
And after this love Im keeping for you
You turn away you turn away
I never want to taste that sweet wine again
How can you turn away
Bridge
And after this love Im keeping for you
You turn away you turn away
Ill dry these tears that Im weeping for you
And take my turn to turn away yeah

song performed by by James Taylor
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Only one fruit

Fruits is
Not fast food...
Fruits is
Not...
Junk food...
Fruits is

Not...
Bad food...
Fruits is
Natural food...
Not waste
At home eat
Every day
Atleast one fruit...
With your taste...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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