God as Ghoulish Giggles

 God as Ghoulish Giggles

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God has a heart of hollow silver that

Denies all tarnish.  Maybe it is gold,

Though I cannot apply the test.  Combat

This theory coolly and you will be trolled

By all the theists everywhere, the Pope

And little popes, the Muslims and the Jews,

Their imams and their rabbis, those that grope

To prove their falsehoods, highest caste Hindus,

The lot.  Their gods have daggers in their hands

(Spelled “Hell,” “samsara” or whatever).  Chief

Among these doctrines covering many lands

Is if we disagree we’ll come to grief.

  The Muslim terrorists will get you or

    Your soul will head to hottest Satan’s shore.

Phillip Whidden