Damn it! You forgot your side-order of funny with your shit sandwich. Please, never deliver a low blow like poetry.com though. It disgraces the universe.

Thank you INTRANSIT glad you like it...:) Bethy

Fiction, and thanks Dovina, :) Bethy

I am sorry if I offended you, it is a story, and it is not about me. I am hurt that you would call me a harlot, and unfortunately, I do know shame...I am a decent woman with very good morals, and it does me no good to reveal my personal life...And as far as being dismissed by you with regards to this site...I think not...Thank you for reading my poem :) Bethy

I stand corrected. You are an alien nut.

Bless you for diligently and humbly seeking truth. May you find peace in your new divinely inspired doctrine, which suppresses your old divinely inspired doctrine. May I suggest the use of an Ecclesiastical Censer in your worship? As its name implies, a censer is an instrument having to do with incense and, particularly in ecclesiastical parlance, its use in the Divine Liturgy. In the Judeo-Christian Tradition, incense has always played an important role (Ex 30:1-8; 37:25-29). The liturgical censer, as you may know from studying these matters, is a metal receptacle, usually bronze, but sometimes gold, in which burning charcoal is placed and over which is poured the incense to be burned. To this receptacle are attached chains, which enable the priest to swing the vessel for the incensation of the Blessed Sacrament. Granulated aromatic resin is usually used to produce a fragrant cloud of smoke, symbolizing prayers rising to God. The use of incense comes into the Church from pagan worship (hence the Church's misgivings concerning it during the first centuries) and, as abundant references to incense in the Old Testament would seem to indicate, from Judaism as well. So, why not apply the musty odor of Mould smoke to your worship, which when mixed with the odors your parishioners, be there any, will maintain a fungal ambiance to the Service.

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I've just realised there are grave errors in my exposition of The Splendour Of Gold Argument. After 12 consecutive hours of frenzied prayer to the Almighty, I have finally born witness to a Revealed Truth: it should have been The Splendour Of Mould Argument. Throughout history man has viewed mould with a sort of awestruck reverence. Arab stable boys used to rub it on their saddle sores to prevent infection. Hundreds of years later this curious habit was cemented in Science, with the discovery of penicillin. There is no way so wondrous a material could exist by chance, without the Holy Carpenter's hands to guide it along its way. As a symbol for God, Mould is a good one.

Well now I know whom to translate.

I'm glad my points about The Splendour Of Gold, Spiritual Radiation, and Christ's burrowing exploits have led to no small amount of soul-searching on your part. I for one think they're a complete load of bollocks.

lol, funniest thing I've read today!

sposa be sad.

Okay, kinda funny or sad, could be really grotesque.