When Jesus Came To My House


When Jesus at my house did show
Cautiously I'd let him know
That He could stay and share the chore
Of spreading the legs of some old whore

He refused to do His part
So she tempted him to cunnilary art
Faithful she could pull this stunt
She pushed his face into her cunt

Annointed thus with passion's flow
He righteously obtained a blow
"On your knees, bitch" he doth said
"Suck my dick... give me head."

He threatened her with tales of Hell
But she was choking on the smell
The stench of corpse, such fetid fume
His body recently'd exhume

Because her doubt did still not pass
He knew he'd have to fuck her ass
In testament to those that died
He sodomized her till she cried

Because he knew soon he'd explode
"I baptize you with this here load"
He said to her as he was cumming
"Get out you whore, go back to slumming"

To Jesus then I did confess
That this all was merely a test
The lady he had just defiled
Had just conceived His only child

Pursue the lady he then did
He wanted to know about His kid
He arrived then at her house
"Let me in. I'm such a louse."

The door then opened; He did see
History repeated, glee!
'Cuz there was hanging on the wall
A crucifix, tho' 'twas quite small

A closer look did then reveal
Resemblance; fatherly appeal
Upon the cross, a bit surreal
The fetus, nailed, not quite congealed


(This was provided as a response to some lame assed Christian's poem on Vladd44's forum, but since it's so neat, I've included it here.)

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