Jehovah's Witness
By hawk
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Jehovah's Witness
This Christmas,
I was scared witless,
when a nice man came to see me.
I'm a witness he said,
and you'll soon be dead,
if you don't listen to me.
I began to feel ill,
god would not kill,
a poor little soul like me.
I live a good life,
I don't beat the wife,
why is he picking on me?
Don't worry he said,
when everyone's dead,
a better world this will be.
I'll knock at your door,
but you'll be no more,
you'll be out banging on doors, like me.
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