Late mail to the Church: A poem 

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Oh! I can see you’ve started calling your Pope – Leo 

Is it the old Leo, or is it something neo? 

Next you will be telling the laity to BYO 

All that bread and wine, meant to be heavenly bio 

Is your incense deodorant for God or for the De-O?! 

O Church! For millennia, you’ve left the truth in the lurch 

Is it divine knowledge or just your own conjured research? 

High and mighty sets the candelabra on the perch 

That O so sacred is the crucifix’s raised birch 

But for your moneyed mafiosi, thank you very much! 

You have crossed north, west and south of the Thames 

And given most of the world your long-lasting names 

The rest will get no salvation but all the blames 

Yet, how sounds the truth that was cast in flames 

Was Jesus the son of God or was it James? 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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