User:Simsilikesims/My First Church Service

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Today I went to a meeting that my friend invited me to. I went over to my friend's house, and she took me to a big building. Inside the building, there were big speakers, and a microphone set up in front. It reminded me of the school gym, but there were no basketball hoops and no bleachers. There was some sort of ceremony going on in there, with several hundred people. I was excited to see this many people in one place. There must be some entertainment coming up for this many people to be gathered together in one place! The people were mostly well-dressed, as if they were going to work at a white-collar job. Several women wore dresses, and several of the men wore ties. There was a drum set on the stage, a keyboard, and microphones set up, so I thought this was a concert we were attending. We found our seats, then some musicians and singers came on to the stage. Suddenly, people started singing along with the musicians and singers, and the words to the songs were posted up on screens near the top of the stage. I guess they expected everybody to sing along with the songs. But these weren't songs about romance, or money, they were um, different. Scary, even. Songs I had never heard before, that mentioned a strange man named "Jesus", and something called "God" which I didn't really understand. I thought "Jesus" or "God" was just an expression you used when you are angry or happy or surprised at something to express emotion. But these people oddly enough seem to think that Jesus was a man, and that God is some kind of power. I'd never heard of that before.

I couldn't believe some of the songs they sang there! One in particular, was rather nauseating and horrifying. I don't know how I can even describe this song, but I'll try. I don't like blood, and this song was about blood. Blood scares me. I tend to get nauseated and faint at the sight of blood. Blood carries diseases, too. I don't like violence either, I was brought up to be non-violent. So here I was in the midst of all these people listening to them sing a violent song. I couldn't believe they wanted me to sing this song too! It went something like this.

What can wash away my sin[edit | edit source]

Sin? What's that? If its like dirt, laundry detergent and maybe a little stain remover should do it.

Nothing but the blood of Jesus[edit | edit source]

Blood? Disgusting! Ew! And what did Jesus ever do to them that they should be bloodthirsty enough to want his blood? Everybody knows blood doesn't wash AWAY anything, it creates stains! Disgusting, gross, nauseating stains!

What can make me whole again[edit | edit source]

I'm already whole, thank you. Let me check, yep, no part of me is actually missing. So why should I need to be made whole again? I wasn't broken in the first place. At least not yet...

Nothing but the blood of Jesus[edit | edit source]

Oh no, not this blood business again. Yuck, blood! And they still haven't explained what Jesus did to them that they should want to do such violence to him! What kind of depraved people write this stuff?

Oh Precious is the flow[edit | edit source]

Oh good, maybe they are talking about something else now. Gold? Water in the desert perhaps?

That makes me white as snow[edit | edit source]

I'm already white, I don't need to be white as snow. That sounds quite unhealthy. Maybe they are talking about bleach. Then again, what kind of idiot uses bleach on humans?

No other fount I know[edit | edit source]

Fountains are pretty. I like fountains. But why should they be obsessed with one fountain? Unless the water has special powers. Nah, that only happens in fairy tales.

Nothing but the blood of Jesus[edit | edit source]

AUGH! Blood! A fountain of blood? What kind of sick, twisted, demented mind would come up with a fountain of blood? This nauseates me just thinking about it.

For my pardon this I see[edit | edit source]

Pardon? But I didn't know I did anything wrong? At least nothing that a simple apology wouldn't fix. Then again, maybe the writer of this song did something more serious. Something deserving community service in lieu of jail time for instance. Community service isn't all that bad. Some people even volunteer for it without even doing anything wrong.

Nothing but the blood of Jesus[edit | edit source]

No! Not blood again! Anything but blood! I think I'm starting to feel light-headed...

For my cleansing this my plea[edit | edit source]

How about a nice hot shower? Or a relaxing bath? Or better yet a bubbly hot tub? Yes, hot tub! Do they have hot tubs in the back somewhere? That sounds fun!

Nothing but the blood of Jesus[edit | edit source]

Not this blood business again! Hot tubs of blood? That's worse than the fountain...people are supposed to be able to get into those things! What kind of people are these people?! Now I'm feeling dizzy.....

This is all my hope and peace[edit | edit source]

I hope this song is over soon. Please let this song be over soon. Pretty please let this song be over soon. This song is anything but peaceful. In fact, I find it quite disturbing!

Nothing but the blood of Jesus[edit | edit source]

...and this is where I passed out during the song, and had to be carried out of the ceremony. They revived me, and suggested that I go back in to the ceremony, but after that song, I was afraid to! I don't want to see a man that I don't know die during a ceremony! Nor do I want to bathe in their blood-filled hot tubs. So I politely but firmly declined, and asked to be taken home.