'Big Bang creation offers you Hell'

[LeftishBrit]

This poem is well - just wow, shall we say. (It is also of a quality that would make William McGonagall look like a great poet in comparison IMNSHO!)

http://www.poemsforchrist.com/id110.html

Not sure how much I can post without risking copyright problems but here are a few verses which I hope will whet your appetite to go to the link:


'But some in the scientific community
Tried to rid themselves of God
By developing the Big Bang Theory
Of the creation of the world.



...But some, including Gilbert,
Have lost their faith in God,
That part of science is very bad,
For the Biblical God is very jealous.

Of course if you believe in
In the Big Bang Creation,
There is no God and
You can sin all you want....

When the Big Bang Theory
Is taught in the schools as fact,
Christian youth are invited into
A web of unbelief to explore...'


It is illustrated by a picture entitled "Gilbert is trapped in a Satan's web of godlessness'

[TZ]

1. LOL. That poem is enough to prove

THERE IS NO GOD- or at least he's mean and cruel. I knows I'm not at all poetic but even to me that was bad....

[onager]

2. Ugh. What IS that thing?

It doesn't rhyme, so it's not the usual Xian greeting-card doggerel we can easily find stinking up the internet.

But it's not quite blank verse, either.

I can almost see the gerbil frantically running around its cage inside the "author's" head: "If I just stack the words up in four-line sequences, it MUST be a poem!"

Bitter and crude atheist though I be, I do sometimes read religious-themed poetry. This is more my style. (Much too long to post, but a link to the whole thing is below):

Some lump, ah God, of lapis lazuli,
Big as a Jew’s head cut off at the nape,
Blue as a vein o’er the Madonna’s breast...

The Saviour at his sermon on the mount,
St. Praxed in a glory, and one Pan
Ready to twitch the Nymph’s last garment off...

And then how I shall lie through centuries,
And hear the blessed mutter of the mass,
And see God made and eaten all day long...

“The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church” - Robert Browning

http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/browning/section4.rhtml