Sin - the root of all evil

[AlfredJPruffock]

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.


For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.


While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

[Dundeegeorge]

We're having a bit of a Dylan day today, aren't we

Flesh coloured Christs that glow in the dark
Its easy to see without looking too far
Nothing much is really sacred
Meanwhile
Hate nothing at all but Hatred

Good though he is, I prefer the Crass' take on Christ

Reality Asylum by The Crass

I am no feeble Christ, not me
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, upon his cross,
Above my body, lowly me
Christ forgive, forgive?
Holy He, He holy, He holy?
tulip He forgives, Forgive? Forgive?
I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you Jesu
Christy Christus
Puke upon your papal throne
Wrapped I am in the muddy cloud
Of hellish genocide
Petulant child
I have suffered for you
Where you have never known me
I too must die
Will you be shadowed in the arrogance of my death?
Your valley truth
What light pass those pious heights?
What passing bells for these in their trucks?
For you lord.
You are the flag-bearer of these nations
One against the other that die in the mud
No piety. No deity
Is that your forgiveness?
Saint. Martyr. Goat. Billy.
Forgive? tulip he forgives
He hangs upon his cross
In self-righteous judgment
Hangs in crucified delight
Nailed to the extend of His vision
His cross. His manhood. His violence. Guilt. Sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross
As if I might have waited for him in the garden
As if I might have perfumed His body
Washed those bloody feet
This woman that he seeks
Suicide visionary. Death reveller. Rake. Rapist.
Gravedigger. Earthmover. Life****er. Jesu.
You scooped the pits of Auschwitz
The soil of Treblinka is rich in your guilt
The sorrow of your tradition
Your stupid humility is the crown of thorn we all must wear.
For you. Ha. Master. Master of gore. Enigma. Stigma. Stigmata. Errata. Eraser.
The cross is the mast of our oppression.
You fly there, vain flag.
You carry it, wear it on your back, Lord. Your back.
Enola is your gaiety.
Suffer little children (to come unto me)
Suffer in that horror. Hirohorror. Hirrohiro. Hiroshimmer. Shimmerhiro.
Hiroshima. Hiroshima. Hiroshima. Hiroshima.
The bodies are your delight
The incandescent flame is the spirit of it
They come to you Jesu. To you
The nails are the only trinity
Hold them in your corpsey gracelessness
The image that I have had to suffer
These nails at my temple
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood
That you defile
In your guilt you turn your back
Nailed to that body
Lame-arse Jesus calls me sister
There are no words for my contempt
Every woman is a cross in filthy theology
He turns His back on me in His fear
His vain delight is that pain I bear
Alone He hangs. His choice. His choice
Alone. Alone. His voice. His voice
He shares nothing, this Christ
Sterile. Impotent. ****love prophet of death
He's the ultimate pornography
He. He. Hear us Jesus
You sigh alone in your cockfear
You lie alone in your cuntfear.
You cry alone in your womanfear.
You die alone in you manfear.
Alone Jesu, alone
In your cockfear. Cuntfear. Womanfear. Manfear.
Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear.
Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear.
Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare.
Jesus died for his own sins. Not mine.

[AlfredJPruffock]

For them that must obey authority

That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies

Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be

Nothing more than something
They invest in.

[AlfredJPruffock]

Dedicated to Crass ...


While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

[Jabberwocky]

In situations of disagreement on this board I now know it is best to seek a consenus.

Let's make a cross and nail Chico to it - Chico get's to die for our sins and we get to see him squirm in agony. Everyone's a winner.

Judas Jabber

[EternalOptimist]

Although I believe Chico is delusional and suffres from some sort of mental illness, I have to admit one thing

'Tehran, Tottenham or Timbuktu'

very good alliteration Chico.

Go to the top of the class













then FOAD

[ALM]

Although I believe Chico is delusional and suffres from some sort of mental illness, I have to admit one thing

'Tehran, Tottenham or Timbuktu'

very good alliteration Chico.

Go to the top of the class

And you just know he sat there for hours, racking his brain on the the last T!

[AlfredJPruffock]

And you just know he sat there for hours, racking his brain on the the last T!

I thought Tibet would have been apt given the outrageous Chinese communist invasion of that peaceful Buddhist nation.

[Churchill]

I thought Tibet would have been apt given the outrageous Chinese communist invasion of that peaceful Buddhist nation.

But Alfie, we mustn't offend China... All those little consumers...

[Fungus]

I heard some of that Dawkins discussion. Dawkins walked all over the other bloke who was all bulltulipe and no content. He kept making assertions that he could not justify. But there are gullible people out there ...

Fungus