Build a pyre of pedophiles, catch them where they hide
Bring me all your raging rulers bent on genocide
Rapists, traitors, child killers, who wants them around?
I'll fix them all, my firey friends, I'll burn them to the ground
Greedy folks with all the cash, the poor who count for naught
Everyone who's done the crime and never did get caught
Men who beat on women - they deserve to go to hell
I must be fair, the women who beat men should burn as well
So - Throw them in the fire,
Throw them in the fire,
They never learn,
Let's watch them burn,
Just throw them in the fire.
Anyone who picks a fight and won't give peace a chance
March them here, my firey friends, I'll burn them while I dance
Pregnant teens and cheaters, the whole slew of fornicators
I'll torch the Porno stars with all their loyal masterbators
Girls who've had abortions, even those raped by their dad,
The picketers who scream at them - in my book, just as bad
Liberals, Conservatives, I think they're all to blame
And wishy-washy moderates can join them in my flame
So - Throw them in the fire,
Throw them in the fire,
Tortured souls
Upon my coals
Just throw them in the fire.
All the snide and pompous snobs out selling people short
People on the dole, they're having kids they can't support
People who don't procreate - why they don't add a thing!
And all those twits on Idol who showed up but couldn't sing
The homos and the homophobes, I'll cook them all with glee
The prejudiced, the idiots - no one can hide from me
The intellectuals, the nerds, the divas and the jocks
March them in, my firey friends, we'll burn them in their socks.
So - Throw them in the fire,
Throw them in the fire,
Right or wrong
They all belong
Just throw them in the fire.
The old who just won't step aside, and every whiny brat
Stick them with the overweight and boil away their fat
All the nosy, picky people lodging their complaints
And 'cause they make us all look bad, I'll even burn the Saints
Folks who don't use turning signals, gossipers and liars,
Think how good the smores will taste when bubbling on their fires
I hope I've not missed anyone, for everyone shares blame
But if I left you out, then would you kindly leave your name
So I can (sing it with me, people)
Throw them in the fire,
Throw them in the fire,
Born in sin
You just can't win
Just throw them in the fire.
I've studied my religion, and it came as quite a blow
To skip the fires of hell seems to depend on who you know
Everyone wants justice, but if all were satisfied
The fire would consume the world 'til everybody died
Perusing down my list of people burned to blackened tar
I'm sure you reached a line where you said, "Now you've gone to far."
One hopes, before the bottom! Some might say "right from the top."
I'm curious to know, my friends, at which line did YOU stop?
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Uh.... Sorry about that, everybody.
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Stellar!
"Uh...sorry about that, everybody."
Yes, we all would have been burned alive a hundred times over. This was quiet effective at stirring my negative bent toward so much, but mostly toward The Powers That Pretend To Be, who will, one dreadful day, take it upon themselves to judge everyone but themselves and their families and friends.
But we must be strong and haunt them from the other side until they are plucking their eyeballs out in their own staged horror show!
Aside from that, your delivery was stellar, and I'd like to hear it sung.
I will share this with my husband; he will appreciate it.
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Hah! I'm glad you appreciated it. How in the world did you stumble upon this poem, I'll never know. Your comment brightened my day! I thought setting everybody in the world on fire would draw some ire, but I guess it's true, that AP rumour - Poets have a sense of humor! Thanks for visiting.
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wow. I feel sure you have missed nobody in this, but it reads so well, I may re-read to be certain! (is this what you were up to with that evil muse? Time well spent!) I fear I stopped at no line, does that mean my soul must burn? The tell-all line in this pen seems to be near the very end..."I've studied my religion,". whew. excellent pen.
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Glad you liked. To answer your question - let's see... Dark with a wicked smile... Hmmm... Now who's muse does that sound like to you. I was actually surprised to see so many positive comments, considering I SET EVERYONE IN THE WORLD ON FIRE!!!!!!!! (I did apologize). Thanks for commenting - makes my day every time.
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You really brought out the archery understanding of sin... where everything short of a perfect bullseye is a sin. It's a really, really good poem. If I could put it up in a church or something, I totally would. It's a witty and blunt reminder to all. And now that I reread it again, I would say it has to be the best poem I've read all day. ^^ Not that that's anything new considering it's you.
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hmmm...a sin is a sin, whether brought out or left in
I read it through, but I honestly kinda stopped at the nosy, picky people line, because I first read nose picking people, and I was wondering what sort of sin that fell under.....
To me, it does depend on who you know, yet we all drive our own vehicles, 'course, that may just be her-say....
vivid imagery, great rhyme, and a lively read.
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Oh - and thanks for finishing it.
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Nose picking people - that's great. I should go up and change it! I think the point of the poem is that people will look down on people for any old reason. I will bet any amount of money there is someone out there sanctimoniously watching someone pick their nose right now, and thinking in their head, "That disgusting sinner - they won't be doing that when they go to hell!"
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Pardon the pun...but this was "chilling." A great commentary on who, and what we all are, and in reality, what we all deserve. Your title, though, doesn't really work, 'cause though we all really DO deserve that fate, God DID make a way to escape. His Word says that He's "not willing that any shoud perish, but that all would come to repentance." There's the rub, though, huh? That free-will issue, while being one of the greatest gifts ever given, is usually our biggest downfall. We choose to do the wrong thing, and then blame God when He doesn't "fix" our screw ups, or clean up the mess we made. An enjoyable, albeit unsetteling, read.
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Thank you for your comment - I believe, in answer to your question about the title, that you could be right. I originally was going to just call it "Throw Them In The Fire". If I read your comment correctly, you believe you have to know Jesus to avoid the pits of hell, and I covered that at the end -
"To skip the fires of hell seems to depend on who you know"
To those who don't know Jesus, then, God would certainly come acrossed as unforgiving. So I stuck to the title. Thanks for reading and commenting. I was hoping a voice like yours would show up in the comments. Peace.
Uncle Dunk
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No need for apologies..this was great..made me laugh a couple of times..sings along at a great pace with nice flow..I read til the end, and think I'll go read again...great job
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Thank you for such a kind comment.
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I am thinking with the first stanza folks are saying, yeah. But as I read on I think of Fahrenheit 451 and who/what is next. Of all of the mentioned, some are sinfull and others downright irritating, but who is the judge and jury, really?
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The sacriest thing about this poem was that I didn't compile the majority of this list. I went around the factory where I work and asked the workers there, more than half of who are ex-cons, and more than half high-school dropouts, and asked them who they would send to hell. From that list came mine. Chilling, no?
You've read Ray Bradbury - you just made my day. I just love him. I've read over 20 of his books. Nothing cheers me up like knowing someone else reads Ray Bradbury.
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I read until the end! But it's a question I've asked in poems and fiction before.
So I can (sing it with me, people)
''Throw them in the fire,
Throw them in the fire,
Born in sin
You just can't win
Just throw them in the fire.''
Lets all hold hands as we sing it (keep the matches in our pockets)
Yeah we can get a little carried away with our sanctimony sometimes. But I do like a nice fire -- or a deep well.
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The sacriest thing about this poem, Yem, was that I didn't compile the majority of this list. I went around the factory where I work and asked the workers there, more than half of who are ex-cons, and more than half high-school dropouts, and asked them who they would send to hell. From that list came mine. Chilling, no?
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Ok, that's a little chilling. But then I know if someone at work asked me that question I'd tell them something dramatic too like Paris Hilton or the guy who changed the Moxie label from its classic look to one of ugly modern, lol So maybe it's more in the setting it was asked than in how they actually feel-- I hope, lol.
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Oooh harsh!!! but very funny - and a delight to read - well I am definately in there and I can feel a flush coming on alrady - have you lit the match!!|!!!
Great poem !
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I think we all feel the heat from time to time...
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Burn them all I say and when it comes to me
Hell my friend I'm not without sin I'll jump in gracefully.
I'll jump into the fire
I'll jump into the fire
just so you know
I won't be cold
'cause I jumped into the fire.
Excellent poem my friend once again you got a good laugh out of me.
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That's the spirit!
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Terrific punchline
I would guess we're all guilty of having some of these thoughts from time to time
especially where those in the opening stanza are concerned. There is so much perceived injustice in the world it does make us all frustrated and angry at times.
A very thought provoking read one that makes the reader take stock of his or her own feelings on the issues you raise. Well done -
Sometimes i think about this.
According to most religions; we are all going to hell.
And why? Because in essence we are humans with choice.
I respect this poem. Alot.
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