Poor old Smith is dead and gone his face you'll see no more, for what he thought was H2o was H2so4. My god is god of bacon and therefore better than yours, whether Yahweh, Allah, Zeus or Thor or any aside those four, compared to mine without a doubt your god is really poor. My god showers me with bacon and praising him is anything but a chore I just need to eat 9 pounds of bacon between 3 and half past four.
This poem expresses my opinion on religion, what do you think of it?
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