So filled with poison

by SpittleRattle

I’m so filled up with poison
(And all the shit that that’s causing!)
That’s it’s leaking back out from my skin;
I’ve got to lick it back in,
Lick it back in,
So’s I can spit it at the Christians again.

(You never know them
Because they stay silent when they’re praying,
You never know what they might be saying
Unless you catch them moving their lips.
But they’ve got me bubbling
And boiling,
With dark tar humours,
Throbbing like a bad tooth
That winks like a tumour).

“God’s just a rumour
Encouraging catatonia.
It couldn’t be much phonier,
Or feel much lonelier.
Your vacuous testimony
Is way below me.
So,
Sit right down here, my friend,
And I’ll run it past you
One more time again;
Try to explain.
Make it plain.

On second thoughts,
Don’t bother,
Just sit here and
Drink some of this vodka;
Lick it straight down off of my skin,
You’ve got to lick it straight in”;

😉 Looks like I’m poisoning the Christians again.

They walk among us,
Laying down The Law for minds that are bored,
Sneaking around, giving us frowns,
They bring us down;
They’re the bodysnatchers of the Lord.

And I know
About Faith,
So don’t give me that stupid smile,
That stupid, happy face,
Oh no,
Your patronizing style
Is raising my bile,
Cramping my style,

I’ ve had better trips than that,
Filled me with so much understanding
That I could lick it back in,
Lick it back in,
So’s I can spit it at the Christians again.

Cartoon - Religion

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