Camy Posted August 5, 2020 Report Share Posted August 5, 2020 God Bothered by Camy I used to be God bothered. They'd come around every day. No matter what I was doing They would kneel on the stoop and pray. They'd hand me glossy pamphlets That spoke of God's great grace. I never told them to 'fuck off,' Especially to their face. Instead I'd wear a black cloak, Stick horns upon my head; Froth and wail, beat my breast And say I raised the dead. It worked for a while, life went on, Then a new lot came to town. Devil worshippers one and all; Sly grins and never a frown. Mistakenly, I opened the door With horns and cloak in place. "You're one of us!" They shrieked in delight, As I slammed the door in their face. So here I am self-isolating... Was it all a dream? Or was God and his fallen Angel Trying to make me SCREAM?! Quote Link to comment
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