{"id":557,"date":"2008-05-15T03:12:46","date_gmt":"2008-05-15T03:12:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=557"},"modified":"2014-09-10T03:14:35","modified_gmt":"2014-09-10T03:14:35","slug":"the-devil-quoting-scripture","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-devil-quoting-scripture\/","title":{"rendered":"The Devil Quoting Scripture"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here is a little poem I wrote condemning all the self righteous craw thumping anti-immigrant anti-socialist so called Catholics and Protestant who run to church on Sunday, and spend the rest of the week sinning.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The Devil on the street stood trying to temp men to sin
\nSo he opened up a whorehouse and invited all men in
\nHe set himself up as a fair man, in whom both the lady’s and their Johns could trust
\nSo that he’d gain a lot of souls from indulging in the sin of lust.
\nBut most of what he got there were not men who were bad
\nBut lonely, drunken and broken men who just were sad
\nAnd needed a womans touch at the end of the day
\nSomething they would never know any other way
\nAnd yes while it was sinning, the sin it was not great
\nAs it was not for lusts sake, rather the lack in their lives of a mate.<\/p>\n

So Satan closed the whorehouse, and opened a pub
\nWith dancing girls who against poles, while dancing, themselves would rub
\nAnd foolish men with too much money, and them their money would throw
\nAnd the promise was always there that after with them the lady’s would go
\nBut to his dismay when at his club he looked around
\nThe same client\u00c3\u00a8le there as in his whorehouse was found
\nAnd so the Lord being merciful as is only He
\nTo punish these men for these sins, he’d send them to Purgatory.<\/p>\n

So the Devil bought a bookies, as he saw on mens faces
\nHow much they’s spend and what theyd do to get money to bet on races
\nAnd many came in and some won, and many more did lose
\nAnd the Devils bank account had a lot of cash for which he had no use.
\nBut as at the sinners he looked, he saw it was not greed
\nThat led to this lust for money, rather it was a need
\nNot even for the money itself, though to it no-one said no
\nIt was to fill a desire for excitement that most to the bookies did go.<\/p>\n

So the Devil became a drug dealer, and sold hash and cocaine and all
\nOnly the best, he was not a crook, though he as Evil all do call
\nThe drugs he but did never kill, for as a businessmen he was astute
\nFor addicts trust a decent dealer… ah, the Devil… ain’t he cute!
\nAnd to pay him the addicts stole, and sold their bodies for cash
\nAnd themselves sold to others his Heroin and Hash
\nBut their sins were not great though most commandments they did break
\nSo the Devil said hed better find another trade for his nerves sake.<\/p>\n

And so dejected that though he was round since the world began
\nEven the worst of lifes sinners could be saved… down to the last man
\nAnd how he’d tempt more souls to him, he truly did not know
\nAnd as if a divine revelation came, as past a church he did go
\nAnd he entered, and walked down the church and knelt in a pew
\nHe felt like to God to start to pray, though devils never do
\nAnd he heard two faithful speaking, and heard one of them state
\nHow much sinners, blacks and welfare dodgers she’d hate.<\/p>\n

The Devil had a Eureka moment, and jumped up in joy
\nBlessed himself by mistake when running out, knocking down a little young boy
\nThe way to sin lay deep within the human heart
\nAnd faith was the fast track there, where sin he could kick start
\nSo… the Devil became a PREACHER, teaching of right and wrong
\nBlessing himself and saying mass and services all week long
\nAnd all were amaze and this new preacher, so proud and tall at first sight
\nWho spoke of Jews and Gypsies being wrong, and of Hitler being right<\/p>\n

And men of simple thinking, who never thought before
\nOn hearing the devils preaching, they went to their church more
\nAnd the bible read, and as good neighbours were to all around
\nAnd more often at home at prayer than in the tavern were found.
\nAnd the whorehouse the Devil founded, and since then had sold
\nIt closed, as did the pub that Satan had bankrolled
\nAnd in trun collaped the bookies… its still closed even yet
\nThey men hedged upon salvation, their lives last and only bet.<\/p>\n

And they spoke of immigrants being kept out, and borders being closed
\nCutting welfare, making the poor work, or they can starve, I would suppose
\nThey talked of forefathers of their land who lived in different times
\nWho got the land because of others land stealing crimes
\nThey talked of invading other nations, and weeding evil out
\nAnd allowing free trade in these nations, and motto’s began to shout
\nFor a manifest destiny had declared, it was indeed Gods will
\nThe white man would prevail, and be saved when fill<\/p>\n

The valleys on the Day of Judgment, when all answer for sins and repent
\nThey were sure that they would be there, with their preacher when they went
\nAh, that they would in each others company be
\nBut not in Heaven would they dwell for all eternity
\nThe drug dealing blacks from the Ghetto, and the prostitute from the street
\nEach to their sins comitted confessed an repented when St Peter they did meet
\nThe Jew who for his money charged too much when lent and more
\nWith tears of geniune sadness apologised for his life before<\/p>\n

The homosexual who lived and slept with other men at lifes end
\nWas pardoned for he tried to live before with a girlfriend
\nAnd all the sinners who repented were into heaven ushered inside
\nAnd the Preacher and his flock were taken to the other side…
\nTo thier sins that were petty each one sure confessed
\nThey had not murdered or stole, or fornicated, they did protest
\nAnd Gods true dugement came down: and this he did state
\nYou are condemned for the mortal sin of HATE<\/p>\n

You think your better than the rest, and at them frown
\nYou do not drink or bet your money when you go into town
\nNot out of piety that is a virtue do you have inside
\nBut spurred by the evil sin… the sin you have is PRIDE
\nYou know no lust, and in the sins of the flesh have not physically endured
\nBut thought you often entertained, but you thought yourself insured
\nThat you were sure salvation, if you did not sins commit
\nBut sins you DID do, and to it did not admit.<\/p>\n

And they looked to the preacher, asked how did HE sin
\nAnd the devil looked at his flock: and started to grin
\nI promised you eternity, we are of the same flock, the same feather
\nAnd now I have delivered you to our eternity together
\nYou are going to hell, there to dwell with me for evermore
\nAnd I am home at last, for I dwelt here before
\nI tried to souls to capture, and in so I often failed
\nBut the devil can quote scripture, thats what Christ himself regailed<\/p>\n

And now I have all your souls, for all time to come
\nYou ho thought you were loving good… look what of you has become!
\nSo my friends, when you hear preachers telling you to change your ways
\nAnd who to hate for how they live, and look so good when he prays
\nHe could be the devil quoting scripture, a false prophet after your soul
\nWho tempts you to sin by doing good, and lists you onto his role
\nDon’t be afraid a little sin in life to indulge, you are but man
\nFor that is how God made you, its the way since the world began.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Here is a little poem I wrote condemning all the self righteous craw thumping anti-immigrant anti-socialist so called Catholics and Protestant who run to church on Sunday, and spend the rest of the week sinning. The Devil on the street stood trying to temp men to sin So he opened …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[64,446],"tags":[524,810,812,813,811],"class_list":["post-557","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspirational-poetry","category-moral","tag-faith","tag-false-faith","tag-inspirational-verse","tag-relfection","tag-religion","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-8Z","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3300,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/eve\/","url_meta":{"origin":557,"position":0},"title":"Eve","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"5th December 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"I In the eyes of Eve was not Evil But a desire of love for to know, And the act of Adam was not bad The act of Love to show. 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