Let me know what you think of this poem. It is very rough, but i think it is alright. If you have any constructive criticism, let me know...
You know not what lies ahead, but you know the lies of the world;
The world, oppressive, forcing it’s norms into your mind,
But rebel, me hearties, rebel!
For He shows us the way, pointing a Noodly Appendage
In the right direction.
Close your ears, my Pastafarians,
Let not the views of others sway ye from Him.
Stand up strong against the oppressors!
They will not take away our beliefs!
For His Saucy love is loyal and true.
Lift your spirits high, my brethrens,
Show the world your love for Him:
Our creator, His Pastanessly Greatness.
For he hast given us everything,
Yet he demands nothing.
They may not see him, but we do see him;
His Noodly Greatness aloft in the sky.
He watches our every move,
And he is there when we need him most,
Lending His Noodly Appendage.
"The more we learn about the world around us, the more we see that life and the universe were created in His image. From interconnected forces on the grandest of scales, down to matter's tiniest bits, we see His Noodliness in everything."
- The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster