Religion, you harlot and opiate of the masses
I smell the stagnation you bring upon earth.
Gold becomes lead, in stained roseate glasses
Diluting, corrupting, negating its worth.
Hierarchical structure and pseudo-anointing
Seem holy—but prove antithetic to Christ
whose transparent and sure apostolic appointing
began a new age, and sufficed.
I renounce you, religion. Your temples lie fallen
The future arises from ruins, ever new.
Mere human self-righteous momentum must stall
when the truth spins around into view.
He was scorned, he was vilified; slain for your sin
Abrahamic philosopher, healer and friend
yet perceived as demoniac right to the end.
His beginning is here in your heart—never fear:
Dead religion must perish for true love to win.
Hermeneutics imploding: the coming is near.