Divinity Dis-impassioned

I saw the sign and it read... Everybody must get stoned!
I saw the sign and it read…
Everybody must get stoned!

This section of sect which promises to disinfect the rest.
Is merely a sacristy of masked motherly and fatherly easy idols to-let.
Masses observe the communed hedged bet.
Ascribed pages profess the thin lines between Saturday night
and
Sunday morning prophets.
The difference a reading read in a ruling mislead.
Dazed and confused pining for hypocrisy at the pews overfed.
Please, please dismantle the shelters from abuse.
What say thee, build a mystic book of your own miscues.
Set it on pillars of fire and brimstone.
Deviations of killings and demigods cooking the good book…a thousand pages gone.
So the pauper’s poet
Rank in file
Perhaps, blindly leading the exile.
Revelations pay tribute not…
diversity and equality.
But robed injustices of lay down with me.
Proclamations be damned…testified the crossed man upon oaken tree.
‘So put away all malice and all deceit and hypocrisy and envy and all slander’
False accusations, cryptic and cynics…spiritual houses rejoice with thy uncommon neighbor.

my shrine is your shrine.
my shrine is your shrine.
My shrine is your shrine
My shrine is your shrine
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