My rough side.
Bud the Stud looks like crud and hangs out in the john
He’s always ill from homemade swill, but still he mushes on
He cannot spell or write to well, so Santa took him in
He pulls the sleigh on Christmas day, while drinking rum and gin
I’m Merry Moo I smoke and chew, my milk will make you drunk
I have some broken teeth and I smell just like a skunk
My brain is fried from grass I’ve tried, so I feel really great
But these old tricks aren’t working, I just can’t get a date
There it is, my naughty side.
God is perfect love. Perfect Love casts out fear. To believe is a choice, if you choose to believe He will reveal himself to you then you will Know.
God is all-knowing and all-powerful. He will give you His peace that surpasses all understanding.
Be strong and of good courage and know that he is God.
Just drop and kneel and pray
Why be surprised at the evil you see, you’re shock and your anger is old
We molest our kids and photograph sex, these graphics are published and sold
They meet them online and think all is fine, our children are fooled so they trust
A stranger from hell, the lies that they tell, to satisfy Satan’s disgust
Through drugging and rape there is no escape, new horrors committed each day
Helpless and new, a black bag will do, the babies are thrown out this way
The drugs are a treat, like candy you eat, you need it they tell you it’s good
You take it and find you’ve now lost you’re mind, a guy with a gun and a hood
A girl and a guy both lost sick and high, they hook up and sickness they spread
What else do they do they use their kids to, for sale and for porn till their dead
Vulgarity thrives in movies and lives, so many hearts ugly and black
The putrid sin thrills, then weakens and kills, we need to block Satan’s attack
Disgusting and vile our lives have become, repulsive and rotting we stand
Lord hear us cry we’re broken and lost, we need you to take back this land
Who’s ready to fight we need some good men to take back this planet from hell
The army of Christ should pray through the night, start changing the stories we tell
We need to ask God for mercy and grace, we need to bend knees and retrieve
The life that Christ gave when he rose from the grave, we need to all pray and believe
Father in heaven, through Jesus we beg, forgiveness, please give us today
For letting us get so bad that our blood, our children with Evil they lay
Cast out the curse that lives in the heart, establish your laws once again
Through you the demons do scream and depart, if we speak out you’re name it can end
A PLEA FOR ALL BELIEVERS
Come together in the Mighty name of Christ, the Mighty Son of God. He who reigns at the right hand of the Father is waiting for his people to form an army, great and fearsome to behold. A bold and mighty people persistent and relentless. Pressing on to restore righteousness where it is naught.
By Denise Wheeler
Don’t let my pretty face fool ya
On weekends I work, then I’m free
I think you’re a prize
Nice hair and nice eyes
So how bout a coffee with me!
You’ll have a good time
My companies fine
I’m honest and I love my Mom
So what do ya think
I’m clean I don’t stink
I know that we’ll have some fun
Designed for all you guys that don’t want rejection face to face, hell who does! just drop this little gem of a card on the desk of whom ever tickles your fancy then run, run far and fast. If she likes ya she’ll track ya down; if she don’t she won’t. The best part is you’ll never even know whether she dissed ya or was just fatally wounded on her way home.
I drew the dragon as a request from my daughter Ashley. She was working with kids at our local complex and needed a dinosaur picture.
She was also my assistant cook at Camp in 2001 at an all girls camp and was also a youth Team Leader. You’ll see her at her finest down below here. Her experience with child care was obviously traumatic, she refuses to produce offspring to this very day.
What should I do with an Angel like you
You’re always there when I’m feeling blue
I thank God for Angels like you
Your perky and funky a cute little nut
You like to appear at the door of my hut
Bouncy & jiggly straight for me you strut
You rock & you roll me up out of my rut
Your magical whimsical trippy & true
Your presence does sparkle then I become new
Then for you I pray my friend yes I do
Since I know that sometimes, you’re hurting to
So what should I do with and Angel like you
I can’t seem shake you you’re sticky like glue
Your not like the others some may say your odd
It’s true friend your different, Sent to me from God
Ashley isn’t the inspiration for my poem but she is a jiggly little nut.
Judging from her picture here, refusing to produce offspring is a good idea.