of Ezekiel, when in walked Daniel, Hosea, Joel, Amos and Obadiah. . . Perhaps the single strangest fact of the confused record of our history Is that the sundry and perverse religions claiming their fine name Are not at all what the so-called founders intended as their legacy Siddartha was hardly a Buddhist, nor Lao-Tzu either Taoist or Jain As far as the East is from the West, so is Jesus from Christianity And Moses would view modern Judaism with a scowl of utter disdain In that testament now known as new, it is undoubtedly historically true That Black Kettle and his friends of peace share a lot more in common Than all of the preachers and popes of Christianity’s sordid motley crew With the apostles of poverty and their disdain for capitalism’s mammon And thus we’ve murdered the true prophets and twisted their brave song of peace Into a mockery of stain-glass deception which possesses no positive advantage And we’ve slaughtered all of the innocents in religion’s narrow vise of no release Calling evil good and good evil while branding The Everywhere Spirit’s children savage of Ezekiel, when in walked Daniel, Hosea, Joel, Amos and Obadiah
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