Where in the world (a response to bible bashers)

Where does it live now, that beauty I know?

Where in the world do the wild rivers flow?

Where is the place where the silence begins?

For that is the place we’re forgiven our sins.

Our sins are the crimes we commit every day

As we blunder through life like it’s in our way.

We tear Gaia’s heart out, to feed our own lust,

we take anything living and turn it to dust.

We know it’s our right “god made us to rule”

And those words we wield like a weapon or tool.

In the name of our delusion sitting high up above

We roast and we sup on his gift – the Peace Dove.

It’s time to wake up, the whole god thing’s a ruse

The planet’s to live with and not to abuse.

So leave of the god thing, find a spirit that’s true;

a belief that can help us all to renew.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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