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King Midas

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The Gospel of Contradictions


Jesus was a sinner
And Mary was a whore
Moses drowned in the red sea
And Cain was adored

Goliath killed David
And Jesus didn’t come back from the cross
Jacob’s coat was really black
And the gospels were all false

Daniel was thrown in the lions den
But they were already dead
Job had a wonderful life
Or at least that’s what he said

The deaf man was healed
But died the next day
He couldn’t hear
The sound of the oncoming train

The bible seems to be an anomaly
Every doctrine must be false
Jesus was a sinner
And for that he was nailed to a cross

Submitted: Wednesday, April 12, 2006

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