Mark 3:28-29

We thought we were being just a little bit naughty:

A dead insect here

A few feathers there

Some cacao beans

Enhanced tabacco 

Soda in a bottle

A diamond or two

Some pedigree pets

A porno-flick to spice things up

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How about that!

A dead baby for a youthful face formula

The 3rd car

That 5th leather bag

The 100th pair of shoes

The artificial beach

The portfolio of empty investment properties

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And here we are dressed in the invisible wings of the ghosts of butterflies

A pile of bones returning to carbon

After the horror show of

sexploitation,

deforestation,

war,

mass migration,

pollution,

and starvation

Upon an oxygen depleted earth

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If breath is spirit and spirit is breath

It seems Jesus was right

To banish the Father was pardoned

To murder the son was forgivable

But blaspheme the Spirit, and there was no coming back

Now the Earth spins eerily silent

A cold satelite among her lifeless kin