You call it disgrace
I call it freedom
You won't speak to my face
But you'll rip out my spine
I laugh at your words
Too careless to heed them
I don't follow your morals
And you don't follow mine
So what can you tell me
That I should believe?
Was I truly created
With no option to feel?
You may call it a choice
Facades a mind can conceive
But your opinion won't make this
Any less real
And you wonder somewhere
In the back of your mind
If my "opprobrious" ways
Are disgraceful at all
Because inside your heart
Buried too deep to find
You've felt the same things
Now concealed by your wall
So you watch as I pass
A canvas covered with life
Colors you'd wished to wear
But opted to hide
You ask your God to explain
All of your internal strife
You're society's puppet
Deprived and denied















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And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et S
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--If homosexuality is a disease, can I call into work gay?
"But your opinion won't make this
Any less real" <-- Beautiful lines.
Good job!
When I saw your title, and then read the poem, I gained so much insight into the subject. Your words are inspiration to me! One of the messages that Mr. Morris drives home in his message is that Civil Liberty apart from Religious Liberty is impossible, and Freedom of Religion without Freedom of Conscience is the purest form of fiction. When the Christ spoke to the people during the Sermon on the Mount and said that there are only two commandments: to Love God and Love your neighbour, he was in actuality speaking of freedom of conscience, religion, and civilian. One cannot withhold liberties from one's neighbours and live those two commandments as well. One who would commit such a sin would deserve the most horrid obloquies that any one could promulgate. It is this very sin that the Protestant Evangelical Churches are committing with invectives so opprobrious as to even cause the Savior to hang His head in shame. I doubt if that would be the kind of message He would want His church to be sending to the world, especially during this the most Holy Season in the Christian calendar, and especially when He said His people would be known by how much they loved.
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I shall pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.
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I shall pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.
Well said, for the both of you!
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sorry if i'm making no sense. what i mean is, this is an amazing poem. mind-blowing, honest, and. . .wow. i salute you.
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"Writing is a lot like sex. At first you do it because you like it. Then you find yourself doing it for a few close friends and people you like. But if you're any good at all...you end up doing it for money."
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