In his honor I offer this poem in hopes that the sick and sinning
inhabitants of this group see Gods beautiful light before it's too late.
Gethsemane
"Father, I pray, let this cup pass from Me." In the garden in agony He
cried.
Great drops of blood, as sweat, fell down Where Jesus knelt upon the
ground.
"Take away this cup from Thine only Son . . . And not My will, but Thine
be done."
Betrayal
"Whomsoever I kiss, 'tis He," Judas cried And walked boldly to the
Master's side.
Then, just one look into that kindly face . . . With a broken heart, he
ran from the place,
Throwing the silver, which he was paid,
He cried, "'Tis innocent blood I have betrayed,"
Trial
"Art Thou the king the Jew's expected one?" (The trial before Pilate had
just begun.)
Pilate wished the yelling mob to chide,
"I find no fault in Him," he cried.
To the clamoring mob, bereft of reason,
"No cause for death, by guilt or treason."
Sentence
"Crucify Him! Crucify Him!" they cry
"He is an imposter. He must die."
His blood be on us and our children."
The cry of the mob was cruel and grim . . .
"Away with Him! Away with Him!
Crucify Him! Crucify Him!"
Mockery
Scourged and delivered to the angry mob, They dressed Him in a purple
robe.
"Hail Thou! Hail Thou! King of the Jews!" They before Him jeered and
bowed.
On His head a crown of thorns they placed And led Him forth, as one
disgraced.
Preparation
Then, on the cross which He had borne up the hill, They stretched His
frail and sacred form,
When blow on blow, strong hands sent the nails Into His quivering,
suffering flesh;
Then cried soldiers lifting high the cross Dropped it quickly with a
thundering thud.
On the Cross
"Father, forgive them," in compassion He cried, "For they know not what
they do."
Nails, cruel, pierced His hands and feet, A sharp sword pierced His body
through.
"It is finished," people heard Him say,
"into Thy hands I commend My spirit today."
Death
A mantle of darkness caressed Him in death, Covering His friends, whose
hearts were bereft. The rulers knew they were mistaken again, As the
veil in the temple was rent in twain.
earful, they fled the angry mob . . .
had they slain? The Son of God!
Sepulcher
By loving hands brought down from the cross . . . Brokenhearted, they
keenly felt their loss;
All earth was hushed . . . not a sound was heard, Not even a song or the
chirp of a bird;
Weird was the cry His mother gave
As His body was placed in the rock-hewn grave.
Pilate
"Earth holds the Nazarene within her grasp; Trouble with Him," Pilate
said, "is past.
He cannot now, as He has often said,
Rise in three days if He were dead.
Go soldiers, place a guard o'er His grave . . . Seal fast the entrance
to the cave."
Morning
At last, morning came and the cold grey dawn; Christ's followers,
heartbroken, forlorn, Departed from the city before it wad day Wondering
who would roll the stone away.
But lo! . . . the grave is empty, their Lord is gone, An angel is
guarding the tomb at early morn.
Resurrection
The sun bursts forth in all its glory
Across the earth it tells the story.
"The tomb is empty, the body is gone . . . The Christ arose in the early
morn."
So, sing ye people, let your voices ring, Sing ye people: Oh, Christ is
King."
Does this jeezus of yours look like a groundhog? If the fucker doesn't see
his rapture, will we have 6 more eons of damnation?
>
> In his honor I offer this poem in hopes that the sick and sinning
> inhabitants of this group see Gods beautiful light before it's too late.
>
>
> Gethsemane
>
> "Father, I pray, let this cup pass from Me." In the garden in agony He
> cried.
> Great drops of blood, as sweat, fell down Where Jesus knelt upon the
> ground.
> "Take away this cup from Thine only Son . . . And not My will, but Thine
> be done."
>
All based strictly on the babble, I see.
> Betrayal
>
> "Whomsoever I kiss, 'tis He," Judas cried And walked boldly to the
> Master's side.
> Then, just one look into that kindly face . . . With a broken heart, he
> ran from the place,
> Throwing the silver, which he was paid,
> He cried, "'Tis innocent blood I have betrayed,"
>
Who cried this, judas or jesus? It would have fit either one.
> Trial
>
> "Art Thou the king the Jew's expected one?" (The trial before Pilate had
> just begun.)
> Pilate wished the yelling mob to chide,
> "I find no fault in Him," he cried.
> To the clamoring mob, bereft of reason,
> "No cause for death, by guilt or treason."
>
Is english a fifth tongue to you, child? Go look up "chide" and diagram
your first sentence.
> Sentence
>
> "Crucify Him! Crucify Him!" they cry
> "He is an imposter. He must die."
> His blood be on us and our children."
> The cry of the mob was cruel and grim . . .
> "Away with Him! Away with Him!
> Crucify Him! Crucify Him!"
>
Stopped reading here. If this jesus is worthy of this type of poetry (word
used out of kindness), he surely is no god. Don't quit your day job. There
I go again, asuming you have a job.
And the bloody severed head fairy will be visiting you too, very soon.
Leave an offering under your pillow, and he'll leave you a bloody severed
head in exchange.
> "Father, I pray, let this cup pass from Me." In the garden in agony He
> cried.
> Great drops of blood, as sweat, fell down Where Jesus knelt upon the
> ground.
> "Take away this cup from Thine only Son . . . And not My will, but Thine
> be done."
"I'm supposed to do fucking WHAT?"
>
>Jesus will be making his yearly appearance on Earth very soon. He will
>rise and look around to see if the Earth is good or evil. If it's all
>evil he will start the Rapture.
You're confusing jezee with Punxatawny Bill (that's a groundhog).
>
>In his honor I offer this poem in hopes that the sick and sinning
>inhabitants of this group see Gods beautiful light before it's too late.
You and Dude-Ra could have a fascinating discussion about poetry.
Not.
<babblectomy>
Pope Rudraigh
ULC Ordained Minister since 1984
Member, American Atheists
Rudraigh for President in '04
http://www.rudraigh.com/afjc/home.html
"Holy trinity my triple cheeked ass!"
And you belong in a mental institution, my dear. Granting the franchise to mentally unfit cultists such as yourself is the epitome of foolishness.
Daedra
Director,
The Pornonationalist Vanguard
"If ever there could be a noble one, noble as a frontline soldier, it is she whose lust, and lust alone, makes us free."
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Damn! My irony meter just jumped up, danced a jig,
and exploded into a million pieces! Shit!
And it was an Acme Mark 7 *industrial* ironometer, too.
Uncle Judas
Rudraigh wrote:
You're confusing jezee with Punxatawny Bill (that's a groundhog).
It's Phil, Rud, Punxsutawney Phil. You need to brush up on your theology.
Jeeze....
();)
Punxsutawney, just down the road from Bethlehem, where jeezus was born.
Oh look! The pot's calling the kettle black. Baaa-Haa-HAAA!
I see that you're done pouting about the bad reviews of your
painfully lame website and have finally put it back on-line. What do all
of the millions of worldwide Pornonationalist's use a banner and rallying
place on the Internet whenever your overly fragile ego gets bruised and
take your site down? Sounds to me like someone with no self confidence is
having such a huge identity crisis that they have to invent people to
flatter them. I think someone spends many hours talking to themselves in
a mirror convincing themselves of their importance in the world but never
really believing it. But self-deluding charade staggers onward, a few
more steps closer to madness.
--
St. Jackanapes
----------------------------------
~ ~ The Texas Hillbilly ~ ~
~ http://liqour.at/the.white.house/ ~
He was confused because both Bill Murray and Punxsutawney Phil were in
the movie "Groundhog Day."
Saint Jackanapes wrote:
> In alt.flame.jesus.christ, Pious Paul said...
>
> >
> > Rudraigh wrote:
> >
> > >
> > > You're confusing jezee with Punxatawny Bill (that's a groundhog).
> >
> > It's Phil, Rud, Punxsutawney Phil. You need to brush up on your theology.
> >
> > Jeeze....
>
> He was confused because both Bill Murray and Punxsutawney Phil were in
> the movie "Groundhog Day."
>
> --
> St. Jackanapes
Bill Murray? Isn't he the saint that saw dead people?
Hmmmm...
():)
Saint Jackanapes wrote:
NO, no noo. that's Billy Madison.... and penguins...
Maybe so ... you never can tell about those Madisons. After all, they used
to have a dance named after them.
But the kid who wanted -- and /got/ -- dancing lessons was Billy Elliot.
> And penguins? Sister Mary Trollene was there?
Plural reference. Means Sister Snaffler O'Toole was probably with SMT.
arjay
what WAS relly MEANT HERE was thatHE wanted to dance on your GRAVE and
stick PINGUINS up your ASSHOLE. this isgenerally CONSIDERED by most to
be EXTREMELYpainfuls, ESPECIALLY when you STUB your toe on a TOMBSTONE.
oh LORDR of LORDRS and HOSTESSES, we PRITHEE:
ballet slippers WITH steelTOES
remove PINGUINS from BETWIXT our Buttocks
at least HIDE UNSIGHTLY feet, BEAKS AND pinfeathers
voto REPUBLICANO
G/M
--
-
Moderation in all things, except turnips.
Good news. Tuesday night's dessert is Jello.
> G/M
>
> --
> -
> Moderation in all things, except turnips.
You sound *vaguely* familiar.
Grendel's Mother <gren...@danishmonster.com> wrote in article
<grensmom-C9CD96...@news.mindspring.com>...
Wow.
RJM
> oh LORDR of LORDRS and HOSTESSES, we PRITHEE:
>
Hostesses? You mean the cupcakes or the Sno-balls?
I love the ones with the little red and green sprinkles at Xmas.
Wait! This can't really be from GM. It's an imposter!
There's no mention of Denny's!!!
Unless he's been lured into sin and temptation by Wendy's?
-V
>what WAS relly MEANT HERE was thatHE wanted to dance on your GRAVE and
>stick PINGUINS up your ASSHOLE. this isgenerally CONSIDERED by most to
>be EXTREMELYpainfuls, ESPECIALLY when you STUB your toe on a TOMBSTONE.
>
>oh LORDR of LORDRS and HOSTESSES, we PRITHEE:
>
>ballet slippers WITH steelTOES
>remove PINGUINS from BETWIXT our Buttocks
>at least HIDE UNSIGHTLY feet, BEAKS AND pinfeathers
>voto REPUBLICANO
This is the coolest thing I have ever read.
--
Rev. WarFrost
-------------
"the first item on the agenda of the newly liberated is to
find a group to oppress."
- TMB, http://bitch.shutdown.com
"Beware of DarkLord and his horde of unruly insomniacs and late
night TV watchers, the Jammy Wars hath beguneth."
- Dogmeat
Like I care. Wait a minute ... Punx Phil is a deity? Well I'll be
damned.
BFD.
>Grendel's Mother <gren...@danishmonster.com> wrote in
><grensmom-C9CD96...@news.mindspring.com>:
>
>>what WAS relly MEANT HERE was thatHE wanted to dance on your GRAVE and
>>stick PINGUINS up your ASSHOLE. this isgenerally CONSIDERED by most to
>>be EXTREMELYpainfuls, ESPECIALLY when you STUB your toe on a TOMBSTONE.
>>
>>oh LORDR of LORDRS and HOSTESSES, we PRITHEE:
>>
>>ballet slippers WITH steelTOES
>>remove PINGUINS from BETWIXT our Buttocks
>>at least HIDE UNSIGHTLY feet, BEAKS AND pinfeathers
>>voto REPUBLICANO
>
>This is the coolest thing I have ever read.
GM has been gracing us with some of the finest poetry known in our
corner of usenet. I don't know why I didn't get the originals of this
particular post but I hope I get more.
BTW ... good to see you again WF. How ya been?