A poem to be excommunicated for

This verse is of t’chap called Jesus

There’s some say that from death he frees us

But by many a priest

We’re constantly fleeced –

With stories of “heaven” they tease us

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  1. Of stories of hell, we imbibe And this to be part of a tribe Of perilous fools Who feel we’re a tool And the sharpest one in the shed

    The shed and the tools are a farce But it’s motivated reasoning to parse To see what is true And sort out the stew Which we’re evolved to repeatedly do

    The beginning of wisdom they say Is the fearing of ‘go[]d’ as a way To not be a stool And avoid being fooled The PokéDio* trusted can’t stay

    *PokéDio: A term I coined to define the divinity that is allegorically perceived as spare change in our pockets, and thereby being something that is experienced as controlled; a metaphor for our trust in infinite growth on a finite planet; an prima facie example of motivated reasoning; the ‘heaven’/leaven of the #BlindFaith in – and of – the functional ’theology’ of CapitalismFAIL (in the UK since 1694; US since 1913).

    …or, Metapatha® Trademark Introspective https://gumlet.tv/watch/686d7cf5836ec25e5f429278!/?

    =) Greg

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