By Robert Lyons
Syncretism isn't sacrosanct , neither in science nor civics,
So why services for religions?
delivering misgivings when mixed with systemic lemmings leaping from the cliffs of believing,
oh people what a waste,
to be seeking a taste only to have your faith taken by a tithe to a lie, a chant to a church, lurching the birth of the beast, the ever present economy of God's name, shame, maybe a mocha will stoke the fires of hope?
It all started when an empire collapsed, and a Pope was named, claiming a thing spreading through his ranks, constantly seeing is believing
as Constantine politicized through deceiving
and here you are in a pew basically listening to what's at home on the news, propaganda to get you to hate your neighbor or go to war, or even worse, robbing your purse, forgetting about the star, the shining son of God on earth,
in the beginning it was his words,
a prognosis
we should seek gnosis, of our relationship, a surging sea beneath our feet, seek not the gospel written by Parliament, Jesus wept, “read the scripture”, and that would be the gnostic texts and the Old Testament plus books of Judea's rebellious religions, the words of man about forgiving and living and organizing by seeking God through knowledge and truth
it would be good if people understood Jesus as a Jew was rebellious to the rule of temples for hire, as he stood on hillside preaching, teaching the words to be good, that the temple behind should just be of wood, since it is about to fall into a pile of wasted human labor. Oh the fables the powerful tell fools, to get them to be economic tools. To pay for uninhabited houses on highways, or elders that meddle with others in adultery, sultry gossip that would turn Satan's ear, I'm sure it does, but it's for the kids that I fear. Seek the truth it leads to the lord, implore you to study, it's more important than your chores, a few minutes more to look for the truth, it might be surprising for you too. It does lead to God, not man's opinion of him, politicized and turned to sin
quivering in the aisle and reading a mantra
greasing the palms of the authors of dogma.
