Heretical
Ecclesiastics
That
feeling you’re blessed and good, as you begin to pray
Never
mind the cries you heard of the kitten stray
Its
divine will, you knowingly say
Then what
about the starving children, dying each day?
Religious
practice is like sitting naked on a cactus
You
pretend it’s not there and you’re in a comfortable chair
Butt
reality is the pain from thorn pricks stabbing your ass
Is that
ketchup or blood dripping onto the desert grass?
On goes
the pretense of ritual and blessing
Do this
or that and receive a rich reward
So goes
the record and happy delusion becomes truth
Who
thought this all up, a schizophrenic pup?
We have
honor killings, excommunications and molestations
Liberty of the mind to free the body
enemies of religion
And the
holy cows literally and figuratively remain free
God and
religion have nothing in common you see
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