now i ain’t what folks would call religious anymore some things always struck me as phony baloney that tv evangelist laying on hands screaming healed healed then some paid participant in the tv drama suddenly rising from the wheelchair then exiting stage right a performance worthy of the political arena and although when you laid hands on me there weren’t no bones healed the power of your love surely healed a troubled soul
comes well equipped a clarabell clown smile painted on a gq face spontaneous loud laughter though inappropriate is a programmable feature and can be transitioned into a whiny faux concerned tone with a series of empty platitudes expressed once laughter fails as a manipulative joints are fully articulated and coordinated with contrived smiles laughter can also be initiated by pushing societal buttons equal rights patriotism or anything labeled contrary to internal prejudgment apps a-greeting app includes two modes bra detection embrace with gentle back rub or macho handshake with smile grip strength is equivalent to burping a baby’s bottom please note several models are available in various colors but rest assured they have the same internal components
political hackers bending laws exploiting flaws words twisted into new codes that mold lies and fears into for-profit-ventures like televangelists’ sermons funding carnal pleasures with nonredeemable promises
after being robbed a fool was asked by a man on the street for alms his empty purse was given turns out the man was the thief purse sold for a fine profit
tell me mister christian if it were your wife daughter or child groped and raped by the president would you be as forgiving as you’ve been so far freely supporting the evil that’s been done to others
i’ve noticed that you’ve begun to talk to shadows and wait quietly for their reply one that never comes but still you wait like some marble monument depicting an unknown saint slain in the service of an unknown god i suspect that you do not see the encroaching darkness nor understand the perils of your compromising you’re too engrossed in your dreams of power to see or hear death’s proclamation i claim your soul for serving the god apate
the names of their true gods adorn their bumper stickers embossed with their mindless mantras those carefully contrived scriptures from an ad agency after being thoroughly researched by behavioral scientists and predicted to be on par with the gospel convincing even saints to vote for the devil
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