How about that, then?

How about that, then?

Here we have the Lord Jesus Christ, who died on the cross for us,
Here we have Saint Peter who also died on a cross, for his Lord,
and here we have Martin Luther King, who died, in the cross-hairs, for his Lord and his people,
and here we have Joseph Smith, who died in a gun-fight. Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear!

More poetry

I fear for them,
I really do,
the Mormons,
trapped,
in the dream of Joseph Smith.

But that wicked dreamer is dead.
So how will those trapped in his dream, escape?

For it is written, 'what of the dream, when the dreamer dies?'
For how can they escape the wicked man's lies?

Some exmo poetry

It's here, at last! A little exmo poetry.

Mormonism, is like a distant thunder,
awaiting the destructive power,
the wind,
the rain,
the family washed away. Gone.

I think soon it wil be time for some exmo poetry

Yes, I will be posting some exmo poetry, soon.

Perhaps rhyming, perhaps blank verse, perhaps Haiku, might even be some magnetic poetry or some special experimental stuff.

Here is a mangled version of a recent post, altered by several passes through Google Translate and turned into an experimental poem:-

Weekend was my birthday

He was 54 years old.

During the six years time, God willing, I'm still here, I'm the seventh decade.

My boss is almost 70 hours, and congratulated me, dressing is a good thing,

when he asked me how old I was.

Surprisingly, however, I think less than they were founded 30 years ago.

I'm certainly a better time.

Do not forget that I was faithful Mormon, then!

And this is a big difference.

Hmm. Interesting. Perhaps it might even have artistic merit? Please let me know what you think!

You can try this yourself, translate it via as many languages as you can, then back into your own language and look at the result.