our temple has no roof

....these numbered dog hide books of thud
and fear willed words of man,
to save and trust and shame and judge and frame the face of damned,
they clutch them in their breast  and wave above their heads 
with clacking beads of wrong redeemed wrapped hanging from their hands.
A crown of gold,
a crown of thorns,
a crown of love,
a crown of scorn,
a pound of shit from what was born all men who seeks to wear that crown,
amen.
Our temple has no roof,  
no thatch to catch the rain,
for rain is life, and life is good, and good is right as rain,
our temple has no roof,
nor walls to keep us in,
or keep them out for we are we and us and them are same.
So burn my brothers and my sisters
and feed us to the flames,
for wind will spread our ashes and our ashes feed your grain, then eat of us and hang your head and thank your god for all youve gained,, for god is good,, and god is just,,, and with god there is no pain
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