Thursday, April 29, 2021

The Father, The Son, And The Holy Myth


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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