Praising God with Profanity: Bible Vol. 2: Our Story

By Sean Taylor Simser

A modern day Bible written by a modern day sinner. Some of the best Bible verses are from the mouths of murderers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798823018586

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© 2023 Sean Taylor Simser. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 12/01/2023

ISBN: 979-8-8230-1859-3 (sc)

ISBN: 979-8-8230-1858-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023923117

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Contents

Preface Get f-ing Ready

Chapter Juan Outlining the F-ing Precepts and F-ing neighsayers

Dropping a duece- HOLY TRINITY-AutoBio, or fucking enter Your Story Here__ also inspirations

Profanity Christianity ©

COmmOn Cents four youre sole

666 F numbers, F satan

warning: My writing style involves a lot of

commas, adhd thought patterns, weird

punctuations and abstract oddities.

Strobe light word effect: be warned

No Hate

Love Only

Word Perspective

Preface Get f-ing Ready

Love. By the end of this book you may see God’s Love in a new light. You may, already know God’s Love in one form or another. It is Infinite, It is Finite, It can be All, It can be Some, It can be a Shout or a Whisper, (more often it’s a Whisper.) God’s Love comes in many forms, even Death. Death is inevitable. Period. (.) How do you cope with it? I have seen death close my wife’s eyes for the last time. I won’t pretend to know all the emotions that come along with death. I will relay what I have come to understand about death. Anger, sadness, shame, doubt, regret, revenge, madness, faithlessness, all these are forms of evil. I say evil because no matter what you believe in, god and evil is in human nature. Civilizations have been built and spread based on core beliefs (Bible) of good and evil. Here we go, I am not a scholar, I am not a scientist, or geologist. I am not a psychologist, psychiatrist, doctor, master, bachelor (degree, lol). Let’s be honest, you have no reason to listen to me ramble on about how we need to live our lives and Jesus and Satan.

I am writing this because of God’s Love. I am writing this because I love you. I don’t know you, or maybe I do, but how can I know you if you don’t know yourself? I am writing this because if God can love me despite my faults and past transgressions then I should be able to love others like that. I should be able to find those special qualities that He just adores. I don’t know where you came from, I don’t know you. Let’s be honest with ourselves. Trauma separates the best from the best. You don’t know me if you don’t know and understand my trauma. So you could be: Trans, gay, straight, curious, black, white, depressed, anxious, nervous, green, blue. IDC. I love you. God loves you.

In this book, I would like to change perceptions; perceptions about other people; perceptions about God. I envision the symbol of my church to be a middle finger with a cross atop it. A symbol of, F u satan. I hope to change the meaning of it, from a place of hate to a place of love. Hear me out, satan is the mastermind of fear and doubt. Everyone wants to think of God as a kid with a magnifying glass. This is misconception. God is deeper than that. God is inside the love and loss of those survivors of death. God allows the necessary evil of death, to come and change those who choose life. God is the change.

He gave us choice. We chose sin. Again. And again. But you have to give Him credit. He created a perfect world and universe that lives in harmony; that scientists are still trying to describe and decipher. He created, I’m going to say it, perfect man. Perfect man, uh, yeah, so without choice we would be imperfect. If we could not have chosen life or death, do you think we would be perfect, then? We chose, sin, we chose, death. Again. And again. He made a perfect world; with perfect man; with perfect forgiveness if we chose wrong. And what happened we chose wrong and He gave us a way to make it right through Jesus. From the beginning God had a plan, a contingency if we choose sin. Masterful.

I am tired. I am tired of going to a church that I don’t feel a part of. I am tired of the old stodgy denominations that tell you, everyone is welcome. I want to start a new denomination that embraces the weird and uncommon. F it, you know? So I am introducing a new denomination. Because who are they? Who are they to tell me how I should worship? Who are they to tell me my opinions should be kept to myself? Who are they to tell me this line of reasoning is not a new religion based unto itself. Idfk if I have to have multiple churches or what. But this is my goal. What is yours? Why does every lyft ride, end in, them telling me that’s how they have felt their entire lives? Why is it just the lyfts? Why are the impoverished more concerned about their soul than the wealthy? Why did my company nake ne neave nhe prenesis premises premices idk, f. in case of nna. if you can crack that code. Why does big business want to shut me the f up? Why would the church issue threats in the name of God? Who are they? Fing hypocritical, pedophiliac, sinners tbh. Fing moses, fng mohomo, all these fng sinners and we live with their words as fact. My premise and thesis is this: If Moses, a murderer, can write a Bible, Why can’t I? If Muhammad, a self identified false prophet, can write a book that we still look to for guidance, why can’t I?

I’ll tell you where I do come from. I come from F, let’s be honest now, a small white family, with some Asian notes mixed in but pretty much white. Both parents are still married to this day 10/18/2023. Now I’m wondering how long this is going to take me (update 10/23 rewriting b/c I’m awesome). But anyway still married. I don’t really understand their relationship; they spend more time away than with. But it works. My dad is a modest programmer, my mom an entrepreneur(update getting good at that word) a librarian before that, and an editor before that. She is a big inspiration to me and my writing but I will not bow to MLA, I will not bow to grammar and punctuation or speellling for that matter. We, as humans, make mistakes. I will make them, I will not correct them but try to do better in the future. So if I don’t capitalize his name, oops. My bad. No. F.U. I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THESE ERRORS. THE ONLY MAIL I WILL RECEIVE IS PRAISE TO GOD, NOT ME. I WOULD NOT BE HERE EXCEPT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

Sorry, not sorry for yelling. There will be a lot of naysayers to this book. I intend on devoting a whole chapter on this. F it let’s do that first. I was going to tell you my auto-bio first but, F THEM. Update to the original: I haven’t asked but, I doubt my family will support me… They support me! Yay!!!!update 10/27!! Sister and b.i.l. kicked me out, mom kicked me out telling me, "You are never going to change the world! whoa, so back home living secluded, ready to move at a moments notice. I had to buy a laptop before i could continue to write. poor me, erore. Piglet.

But anyway, I am not writing this for them or for the righteous, the polite. I am not wasting my time on the little young lady, or proper young man. I am writing this for the sinner, for the degenerates, the lowlifes, the cursing, drinking, whoring, sodomizing sailor. I am writing this for the drug dealers, and the addicts in the den. I am writing this for the murderers, and the families of those murdered. I am writing this for the rapists, and the victims of rape. I am writing this for the depressed, anxious, lonely, craven, mad, psycho person; whoever T.F. you are I am writing this to YOU.

I Am sorry if you get offended, i am sorry if you feel like I said some things that hurt your feelings, I don’t intend to. I am sorry if I sound crazy. I am sorry if I sound, faithless at times, I sin. I am sorry if you percieve me as something, I am sorry if you percieve me as someone. I am sorry if I am too prideful in my verse. I am sorry if I haven’t been humbling. I am sorry if I stopped being meek. I am sorry if I forget how to be pure in heart at times, I try. I am sorry for the words. My intention is only love.

Now thus far I have been abbreviating the cuss words