John Farris

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I protest—
I protest you God—god damn you
I protest your omnipresence
God you are such
a busybody
I protest you invented
Yourself
I protest the cryptic way you explain things
I protest your image
of me as imperfect when I am in your image
I protest my appetite for big oil
I protest dust
I protest teeth
I protest hair
I protest your Holy Relic
I protest weapons of mass destruction no matter who has them including you
I protest stone

I protest your pushing the earth up and down like a roller coaster
or
shopping cart
everywhere you go you cause trouble
you wear blood like a coat
you wear bone like a hat
you have only worked six lousy days in your entire life according to your
own record
you are nowhere
near omnipotent God come on

you are such a cunt
you have penile dysfunction
it is well known that the only sex you ever had was a myth

-Courtesy of Long Shot and Tribes.org