Found Poem

We p(reach) hate (be)cause t(he) B(i)ble p(reach)es hate. (Found Poem from the writings of the Westboro Baptist Church)

J(u)
st l
(i)ke t
(he) pr(i)
ests, Santa
w(i)ll r
(ape) y
(our) ch(i)
ldren at n
(i)
ght.

E
very h(u)
man, at t
he mom
ent of b
(i)
rth, (u)
tt
erly des
erv
es t
o g
o stra
(i)
ght to H
e
ll.

You
'll e
at y
our bab
(i)es. Santa
(i)
s a f
a
g. God hates f
a
g
s. L
es
b(i)
ans are just f
emale f
a
g
s. God hates t
hem, t
o
o.

A
ll in a
ll, (i)
f you
're c
la(i)m(i)ng t
o be a C
hr(i)st(i)an, b
ut y
o
u den
y w
hat t
he B
(i)b
le s
ays ab
out G
o
d and H
(i)s hat
red o
f a
ll w
orkers o
f (ini)
quit
y, then y
ou'r
e d
eal
ing wit
h the s
cript
(u)re in a wh
o
rish man
ner.

We p
ray f
or man
y mor
e earth
quak
es to k
i
ll man
y more th
ou
sands of i
mpud
ent and ung
rat
eful Chin
ese C
om
muni
sts. The r
ed on t
hat f
lag s
tands f
or f
a
g re
ctal bl
oo
d.

T
han
k G
o
d f
or d
e
a
d sol
d
ie
rs.

Ab
ort
ion i
s m
ur
de
r. God hates b
aby-k
i
ll
er
s.

I
t's a s
in to p
r
ay for A
merica.

-CL Bledsoe