Brad Smith (jesus_h_biscuit) wrote,
Brad Smith
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TDIF!!

I'm really hoping that the two guys who were arrested are in fact responsible for the murders in the DC area. I'm not going off on a tangent about this... ::shock runs through my entire journal - "NOOOO!! I DISBELIEVE!!"::

I'm going to do fun stuff this weekend and get a lot of rest and take a lot of pictures. That's my main goal for tomorrow, to spend the day taking pictures. That's what I want to do more than anything.

Here's something fun for my fellow heathens:
IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR

It came upon a midnight clear, a thought so incredibly bold.
I realized I'd been taken in by all that I had been told.
I looked at all the religious strife, the conflicts in every land;
And suddenly, it was clear to me that God was made by Man.

For only Man could make a god as cruel and vindictive as he;
And if you doubt what I'm saying here, just read the Bible and see.
This god of mercy, this god of love is childish and vengeful and cruel.
He acts a lot like a kid I knew, the bully in my old school.

The Bible, hardly the word of god, was written by mortal hand.
It's filled with fables, with myth and lies to comfort primitive man.
Peace on the earth will never come until we take a stand:
Quit praising gods that don't exist, and help our fellow man.

O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL

O Come, all ye faithful, sinful and despondent.
O Come ye, O Come ye FROM Bethlehem.
Come to your senses, Christ is but a fable.
O Come, let us ignore him.
O Come, let us ignore him.
O Come, let us ignore him, Christ the lord.

Sing, choirs of humans. Sing in exultation.
Sing, all ye citizens of earth, here and now.
Glory to Man, to Nature ever bountiful.
O Come, let us ignore him.
O Come, let us ignore him.
O Come, let us ignore him, Christ the lord.

Reason, we greet thee, born this happy morning;
Born of the powers in the mind of Man.
End superstition, all that's metaphysical.
O Come, let us ignore him.
O Come, let us ignore him.
O Come, let us ignore him, Christ the lord.

THERE IS NO HELL

(To the tune of 'The First Noel')

There is No Hell, No Judgment Day;
No matter what some Fundamentalists say.
No Firey Pit, No Suffering, No Blame,
No one to Condemn and Consign you to Flame.

No Hell, No Hell, No Hell, No Hell.
Sing and be Joyful, there is No Hell.

There is no Sin, No Adam and Eve,
No Serpent that talks, as we're taught to believe.
No Fall, No Cain, No Ark, No Flood,
No Savior to save us, when washed in his Blood.

No Hell, No Hell, No Hell, No Hell.
Sing and be Joyful, there is No Hell.

There is no Creed, No Religion that's True.
And it's time for believing in Me and in You.
We're all we have.With death it all ends.
Can't we all work together and try to be Friends?

No Hell, No Hell, No Hell, No Hell.
Sing and be Joyful, there is No Hell.

AWAY WITH THE DANGER

(Away in a Manger)

Away with the dangerous lies we've been told,
Of deities, virgins, and streets paved with gold.
Beliefs are the products of primitive minds.
Try asking some questions; and answers you'll find.

The answers you find may upset you at first;
But you can't ignore them. For knowledge, you thirst.
Although it's more painful, it's better to know
That the Bible can't help you -- it just isn't so.

So, where do you turn when you're lost and confused?
Look into your own mind. It's time it was used.
Responsible people have always known,
To be strong in this world you must stand on your own.

You're better off knowing just where you stand.
The promise of heaven is built upon sand.
There is no tomorrow, so live for today;
And help all your brothers you meet on the way.

O CHRISTMAS TREE

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
How murderous and wasteful
To end your life so carelessly,
So thoughtless and distasteful.
We carry on traditions vile,
To honor Superstition's child.
O Christmas Tree, I feel for thee,
How murderous and wasteful.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
How brittle are thy branches.
It matters not (a damn)* to me
You came from farms or ranches.
In parking lots you waste away.
That's where you spent Thanksgiving Day.
O Christmas Tree, it saddens me,
How brittle are thy branches.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
I oftentimes am wond'ring
How beautiful this world could be,
If Man would cease his squand'ring.
He listens well when "Profit" sings,
With no respect for living things.
How beautiful this world could be,
I oftentimes am wond'ring.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
This year it is official:
To show my deep regard for thee,
I'm buying "artificial."
I'll work for change, I promise thee,
For only Man can save a tree.
Long life to thee, O Christmas Tree,
I'm buying "artificial."
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