4/8/22

Dissimulations of Christ (a poem)

 


Chop logic, cut it down
chop logic, to the ground
cosmos tree, ever grow
cosmos free, God only knows

Free the slaves
liberate the dead
from chains of sin
and words unsaid

A million fake Christs
with nothing to say
trillions of bloody reichs
to crucify each way.


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