The Pope gives no hope.

He is a fake, a burnt out rotten cake.

A liar and an abusive fryer.

He is a joke, a hoax, a magical incantation of false hope.

I am tired of folks believing without any evidence to back such a ludicrous vote.

People are fools, buffoons, babbling idiots and goons.

Soon they will know the truth, for I shall not be a mute.

For He does not exist, simply a roman myth.

Do all you Catholics dig this?

How about the big man, think he can hear this?...

Dear Matt, you wrote something that sounds like it was written by a dieing cat, getting bitten by a bat whilst sitting on a rotting rat.

Were you high when you witnessed Christ die?

Did you remember to say goodbye? Was the book his idea of a last look, a final, "Up Yours Emperor Pi, thought you would enjoy this whilst imagining me die. Sincerly yours the one and only J Chri..."

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Author guidance for This poem

Perhaps if you believe in a sentient being, you should not read this.
Especially if your life revolves around such being.
Oh and incase you did not understand the meaning of the poem to the left of this little yellow box, basically, to sum it up, just read the title.

updated Feb 9 by DTMN