After discussion with atheists complaining about christianity never doing anything, i thought of this poem in 5 to 10 minutes. I cannot say I have written such a poem before, especially with some of the complexities included. I thought it interesting the who, what, when, etc. just seemed to flow into it. I really supprised myself at such a poem. Because, i just never really ever had such poetic thoughts before.
Spaghetti monster, Spaghetti monster in the sky.
Why o why must them hungry childen die.
Pasta in the sky with meatballs for an eye.
How we wish they had a pizza pie.
Bread sticks with marinara for which to dip.
Who can not be sarcastic but gave a flip.
Condescending dressing over word salad so make.
What the hope from the child to take.
Spaghetti monster spaghetti monster in the sky.
Where is your atheist near Christian sitting by.
Spaghetti monster spaghetti monster in the sky
When will your atheist see, if they would get off their ass, quit complaining about God people for not doing anything and do something themselves, no child would have to die.
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