Religion

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man in his depth of wisdom
created god in his own image
took an eternal formless source
and gave him a preference for spinage

made the great it a man
and said to himself goat herder
let me show you a scam
i hope you don't mind murder

make up stuff about me
what ever gives you power
you can ware ornamental  dress
and bestow the golden shower

herder pretended to hear god say
im sure  you represent me
if any body gets in your way
hang them from a tree

mullah to the temple
it will make you rich
then you can do as you please
while others have not a stitch

glorify abstinence and poverty
as the way to live
promise them life eternal
but in return they must always give

thou shalt not kill is the law
but wheres my fuckin gun
stone to death the whore
its really lots a fun

join the religious community
youll truly find your place
blessings from by the great  poo ba
so you can always live in grace

a oo here comes satan
spinning all his lies
suggesting that you tabulate
the temptations as they rise

money  greed and sex
desires unbridled strong
reminds me of a goat herder
who never gets it wrong

now from a humble bard
we all come from a source
it is  self effulgent light
from that we come of course

the great it is pure light
right between your eyes
its radiance is eternally bright
no matter what your size


the power that drives our lives
is the fullness of our soul
and understanding our interconnectedness
to the cosmic whole

a complex system of correspondences
and following the breath
the simple act of concentration
will give you spiritual depth

god is not bestowed by priests
or books about the law
through focused concentration
your brittle soul will thaw

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