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The cry goes up…
making atheists out of believers,
believers out of atheists…

The answer offered from the wise
or wiser, is
God granted Man freewill…
without qualification…

so couldn’t He have arranged
that we could commit suicide,
but not murder? Wouldn’t that
be fairer…?

Seems not – He has to keep
by His own rules; those same inexorable rules
that allow a single tyrant
to bring down a whole nation -
do we dare say: with its own consent?

And man seeks to rule his fellows’ lives
by some shadow of that divinely ordained law:
granting to us, in some countries, though not all,
the right to carry arms… that gun
we carry ‘for our own defence’;
we who cannot all defend ourselves
against our own impulses;
we who defend the right
to portray murder without limit on our screens…
as if to see it acted out, still preserves, maintains,
even asserts, our innocence…
we, too, dispense freewill..
and call it ‘rights’…

the solemn bells ring deep and slow;
pause; say nothing; remember; learn.

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Christians can bring peace to multi-religious Europe because we are able to understand the role of faith in the lives of other believers better than atheists.

quote by Timothy Radcliffe
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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

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murder

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Ceasefire

Believers, stoked by a thirst-quenching fire
scale mountains with hope-braided rope.
Atheists, being damper and drier
tackle gentler slopes of Mope and Cope.

Some ride a pendulum high, to inspire
music and art beyond mortal scope.
Others, content in a logical mire
wash layers of mud with plain soap.

Unflinching believers aspire, won't tire
aligned by an inner gyroscope.
Less particular atheists acquire
bits, here and there in a whimsical grope.

Once, creation myths were shaped by desire
like a slow turning kaleidoscope.
Advent of printing fixed faith to require
no deviation from dogma's tightrope.

Maybe evolution was the supplier
of protective spiritual envelope.
Still, who would conspire, to maim with crossfire
unless she be a hard misanthrope.

poem by Diane Hine
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Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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All's Fair In Love and War

Who said war is civilized,
What idiot made these rules,
It was probably politicians,
That bunch of sad old fools.

Our enemies wear no uniforms,
We are dressed and on display,
While we advertise who we are,
They just go on their merry way.

We train them in the art of war,
Treat them as our friends,
Then they turn round and murder us,
Their evil then transcends.

They blow us up without a thought,
We're told, oh that's allowed,
But if we dare retaliate,
The enemy cry out loud.

There needs to be an inquiry,
Killing us is so unjust,
If you're allowed to fire back,
You won't see us for dust.

Terrorists are all around us,
They could even be you or me,
It's time our so called leaders,
Were brought out here to see,

Our enemies send in children,
We are not allowed to shoot,
We know they're going to kill us,
But our enemies are so astute.

When we kill our aggressors,
The world is in a fury,
We're then charged with murder,
Then put in front of a jury.

If they murder our brave forces,
It's just another dead,
Then when we defend ourselves,
The world goes off its head.

They can murder us for fun,
Yet no one says a word,
No courts or cries for justice,
It really is quite absurd.

If we could fight the same as them,
These conflicts would never last,
The enemy would cry foul,
Then get the hell out fast.

But we must fight a ‘'civilized war'',
We must ask before we kill,
We must follow Geneva convention rules,
While our enemies do what they will.

We must be given equality,
To fight this brutal foe,
If we can fight the same as them,
Then very soon they'll know.

We are not an easy target,
Now we can fight the same as you,
There are no rules of war now,
We can kill just as you do.

You'll no longer know your enemy,
So you'd better watch your back,
For when you least expect it,
That's when we'll attack.

Then soon you'll hear them crying,
This war's no longer fair,
We don't know who our enemies are,
Because of what they wear.

When they see there are no rules,
No restrictions on how we can fight,
They won't know what hit them,
That's when they'll see the light.

They'll then shout out that's not allowed,
Your tactics we abhor,
But we'll just say we're copying you,

‘' All's Fair In Love And War''.

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Atheists Fear Ghosts

People believe in ghosts and fear to sleep
Alone in a place where a murder or
A suicide took place to their knowledge.
Even atheists fear to face the ghost.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Rules

Evry day you pass her in the hall
You just pretend that you dont see her at all
You wanna tell her how much you care
You wanna call her but you just dont dare
Love rules, ooo love rules
Out in the parking lot with all the guys
Dont ever let em see the tears in your eyes
Shes got a date tonight and it aint you
So you go out there and you get one too
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love rules
You wish you didnt have so much to feel
Its much too scary and its all too real
All your friends are out havin fun
Sometimes you think that youre the only one
That love rules, ooo love rules
While everybodys out makin time
You cant help thinkin youre the last in line
Shes the finest thing youve ever seen
You wrap your arms around her in your dreams
When she smiles it brings you to your knees
You wanna tell her but you always freeze
Shes in the back seat but youre much too shy
Youd give the world to be an older guy
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love still rules
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, love rules love rules
Love rules

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Well, you know, Thomas Jefferson, who was the author of the Declaration of Independence said he wouldn't have any atheists in his cabinet because atheists wouldn't swear an oath to God. That was Jefferson and we have never had any Muslims in the cabinet.

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I ain't here to argue about his facial features. Or here to convert atheists into believers. I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers the way Kathie Lee needed Regis that's the way yall need Jesus.

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From The Jesus Papers....

the question we have to ask ourselves
is whether Jesus would be a member of the present
Christian church?
would He choose to be American?
or would He walk the starving roads of Africa?
would He flee with the women and children
in the countries bombed?
would He be a political force,
or a political dissident?
would He be a capitalist, a socialist, or an anarchist?
would He self immoliate with the Tibetan monks
in the name of freedom?
would He carry the bodies out of the mines?
would He hold the addict's hands?
would He call capital punishment justice, or murder?
would He turn His back on the poor, the homeless, and the jobless?
would He be white, black, or brown?
would He condemn? or walk in compassion?
would He hate Muslims, Buddhists, and atheists?
would He be a patriot, or a rebel?
would you let Him in your house?
would He be an illegal immigrant?
would He throw the money changers out of Wall Street?
out of Washington? out of the church?
would you Know Him if you met Him?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Truly Great Blessings Belong To Those With...

seldom express opinions upon
what God did or did not say
to various prophets such topics
are precious to hearts believers

who worship honour God with faith

documents abound attesting
to what was said recorded
by faithful present witnesses

who listened to eagerly received
the words from prophet’s lips
interpretation mounts up to heaven

yet basics remain true sacrosanct
even an atheist an unbeliever
who does not believe in God deities

must admit that all individuals
who truly live by the ten
commandments are trustworthy

that any nation blessed with citizens
who do not lie cheat steal rape murder
who help support love their neighbour

as they love God and themselves
live in a nation blessed with belief
blessed with true equality peace

how rare is a nation rejecting
such life principles
which continues to prosper

even a nation of atheists prospers
when applying equality justice
respect welfare for all citizens

how much more prosperous
is a nation striving to walk
with God obeying divine will

commandments with a good heart

truly great blessings belong to those
with the love of God his laws
written into purity of their hearts

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Half Moon Cafe

At the half moon cafe we drank to our lives
Like pseudo-believers in love
Weve been through our holes in the walls and the dives
Where you drink to recall what you once had a vision of
And we talk of our lives in a prison
Though we both know its better to be
Safe within our indecision
Than taking the risk to be free
And you were to be a great poet
Id find my fame in song
But we somehow saw failure more closely
Than fame all along
And now you manage a hamburger stand
And I havent found steady work yet
And we meet here to talk and pretend
That we know no regret
But how much is chance
How much would you decide
How much is murder of our dreams
How much is suicide
So you ask of my latest top 40
And I ask of your latest great fiction
As I step outside I see that the moon is full
I have to laugh at the contradiction
Well at least we can laugh at our dreams
Though its really much more bitter than sweet
Sometimes through all of this fragmentation
I imagine what it feels to be complete
But how much is chance
How much would you decide
How much is murder of our dreams
How much is suicide

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Martyr's Guns And Roses

Young lives are full of promise
Old lives are full of wisdom
Guns have the potential to commit murder
Explosives' tears apart the temple
Disconects' the body
Human blood becomes a river
What cause is worth taking the lives
Of Men Women and children
What reward awaits the human being
Who seeks to murder
In the name of the Father
Who is this imposter, who sits in a rose garden
Holding in his hand a bouquet of death

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Suicide

Hey there killer, where you goin'?
I see you got a gun and your anger is showing
What you about to do? Gonna kill her man?
I know that you are, but you don't really understand
You wanna be scary, wanna freak her out
Knock on her door, and put the gun in your own mouth
Let her try to stop you, it doesn't work
Turn so she can see you, and make the back of your head squirt!
Before you go and commit, a homicide!
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide!
If your gonna commit, a homicide
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide!
Hey there killer, where you been?
Plotting out the murder on the perfect ten
Wanna make scary on her, I assume
Break in her house and hang yourself in her bedroom
Hey there killer, your unstoppable
Out of control and yo, she's irresistible
Go to her job and drink some gasoline
Swallow a match, and show her just what she means to ya!
Before you go and commit, a homicide!
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide!
If your gonna commit, a homicide
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide!
Suicide
Before you go and commit, a homicide! (killer)
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide! (come on and try it)
If your gonna commit, a homicide (try it)
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide! (suicide)
Before you go and commit, a homicide! (killer)
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide! (come on and try it)
If your gonna commit, a homicide (try it)
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide! (suicide)
Please don't commit, a homicide! (killer)
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide! (come on and try it)
If your gonna commit, a homicide (try it)
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide!!!

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Don't commit suicide

Don't commit suicide, you can't afford the cost.
If you commit suicide, your soul will be lost.
Your death will bring others nothing but pain and sorrow.
Don't commit suicide, things may improve tomorrow.

Some people lose everything and they become derelict.
They think that suicide is the answer but they're incorrect.
Things can get better and that's no lie.
Don't end it all, I feel your pain as you cry.

If you have a family, they'll be in misery if you're not around.
It will ruin their lives when they see you being lowered into the ground.
I know that you're unhappy and I'm not asking you to dance.
But people do love you so please give life another chance.

poem by Randy Johnson
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It is murder

When you take away a life
With the aid of a knife

It is murder

While you extinguish the living with a gun
Without being able to recreate what was born

It is murder

If you feed someone dead tablets
Later have second acrimonious regrets

It is murder

You are taking away a life
It is clinging on to survive
Need I say anymore further
It is murder

Murder sprung by a fling
With ropes or a string
Your hands only bring
Death around a necks ring

Execution by suffocation
Condemned with abomination
Deliberate foetus termination

It is murder

Make no mistake,
Be careful
Asleep or awake!
Murder is unlawful

If death occurs because of the effects of an evil curse
I will say this with my lips pursed
'What a great loss, but this is not murder!

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Murder 101

Never thought that I knew too much
I always thought I knew enough
I didnt want to learn this stuff
I didnt ever want to be that tough
But love was just implied
And everything else died
This class has now begun
In murder 101
You can learn it in the first degree
You could even make yourself believe
That youll never even think of me
When youre packing up your things to leave
Now my intuition failed
I cant graduate unskilled
They dont excuse the young
This is murder 101
Find yourself another heart that needs a rest
Tie a hook onto a single thread
Drop it down beneath the chest
Theres the first part of this test
Theyll grade you on a curve
Theyre including everyone
No matter what youve heard
You know this class has now begun
Drop out before they come
To murder one by one
Just look what weve done
In murder 101
Just look what weve done
In murder 101
Just look what weve done
This is murder 101
Just look what weve done
To murder one by one

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Murder 101

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Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)

We must all stay aware…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder….,
It’s been increasing for years….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Can’t dare turn our backs….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
It’ll sneak up and kill us…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

It’s hard to believe and conceive….
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
That’s why so many are blind….,
To the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !

We’ve seen the bloody attacks…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
So we must face the facts….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Yes they’re after us all…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
Their radical religion condones it….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Can we control it or stop it….,
So it won’t go any further….? ? ?
That’s the billion-dollar question….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !

poem by Trade Martin
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Dire Wolf

In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
No, no, no dont murder me. I beg of you,
Dont murder me. please, dont murder me.

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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How can God allow this...?

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Knife

Ceasefire

Premeditation

All's Fair In Love and War

Atheists Fear Ghosts

Love Rules

From The Jesus Papers....

Truly Great Blessings Belong To Those With...

Half Moon Cafe

Martyr's Guns And Roses

Suicide

Don't commit suicide

It is murder

Murder 101

Murder 101

Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)

Dire Wolf

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