In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Myth;
Historians have twisted words with mythos, then pleat dogma
with ambiguity then dole it out to the canaille as veritas, mysticism
glamorized in pearl blush and inauspicious wintergreen, eons of
vogue, bold, and demode foregoing of fashionable tenets have
served the Christian church exceptionally and exceedingly well,
dividends after dividends have procreated this hypocrisy into
an art of opulence and degree, profusion advance past the fable,
heresy controlled by indoctrination as fanatical insanity, science
overwhelms the acolyte when fiction becomes disclosed, errant
motive becomes stranded upon this pious rock, the stronghold
of residual resistance, there built upon granite will one day soon
come crumbling to the ocean, and soon mankind can start to work in
unison without conflict of one’s inferior beliefs.
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