Pardon my
Modernism: Save me from
the stake
Heresy is
the schism in my
lack of faith
This collective
insanity accepted as right
This mass of
Christianity
From medieval
to the Third
Reich
I rate
Allah with Jesus
And Vishnu
and Zeus
I don’t
claim I’m lucky
enough
To know
the truth
I raise
doubt in doctrine and religion
I wouldn’t
wage war over
Divinity and
resurrection
We all
inherit Grandpa’s superstitions
That never
left any room
to fix them
I heard
the world is
round and God is dead
And about
common sense and
evidence
And a
lot of sitting
on the fence
Impossible is
the reformation
Of a
promise of hellfire
Without admitting
that the entire
Document and
doctrine and dogma
is tired
We learned
about germs
And quit
blaming the witches
But the
demons at bay
Still exist
to the Christians
Who ignore
carbon dating that
doesn’t concur
Like the
prophecy fulfillments
That Saint
John inserts
I used
to set myself
on fire on
Sundays
Now I
laugh in the
face of that
flame
And all
I know about
faith
Is that
it’s a willingness
to wait
I won’t
do it with
a bomb strapped to
my chest
I won’t
do it as
a moderate
And nod
my head.
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