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Masses partake mass. holding the father, the son, and the holy ghost under tongues..
Speaking in tongues of dead Latin verses. Kiss the ring of pope on a rope, washing silk, mohair, cashmere robes white with the blood of heathen natives, who never realized nakedness... Feed us Jesus in small pieces. Fileted without bones of contention. Content to use his name in vain, vanity genuflect over stolen gold...
Prepackaged pagan deities with manmade halos stare heavenward..
Selling grace to disposable sinners, palms pressed together in pious dread of fire and brimstone moans...
Through tight lips men of the cloth bless armies in the name of God and country, country and god.
Sending boys to private crucifixions, losing limbs in shell shocked epiphany...
Pulpit politics on Sundays, praise god manufactured by middlemen, amen, said at the end of broken prayers. Bowed heads, mourning the silence and distance of God.......
