I can see the sun hitting the tall steeples
where I squinted my eyes, as a little astonished boy
even wondering that those stained-glass windows
were a profanity. And the shadows of legacy
stalking me, in my innocence, and I discerned
the surreptitious! I am not blinded by whitewashing
from pulpits. I can bring out the devis and devas
that this evil imposed religion flushed out of our veins,
our minds, our hearts, our souls! What is Rome, but a pearl
of a roe from the oceans? What is the Vatican with
its hypocritical pronouncing of us to be catechised, and, itself, hiding its two-millennia
of crimes in its vats. And this whole deluded world
calls its obscenities their holy prayers, their dictum factum!
James witnessed the ignominy of his Sarah being laid stake
to, by the evil Saint Paul. And that was his deepest cry of pain, as
his spirit was being felled by the stones. So, his Sarah fled to France
with Mary Magdalene, a land James never loved, but
had to incarnate in to be near his Sarah; and he was
compelled to suffer more tragic crimes through history
in France, at the hands of the evil Church and Saint Paul!
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