A/N: Very super short poem on religion.


You smoke?
Ok.
You drink?
Ok.
You're gay?
Ok.
You curse?
Ok.
You don't believe in the Triune God?
Ok.
It's His place to judge.
Not mine.
But keep in mind:
Calling us names
Narrow-minded,
Bible thumper
Jesus freak
Is exactly what
You don't want us to do to you.
The summary of the commandments is love
We would all do well to remember that.