Am God
The end of dogma comes not with crash,
Not with loud bang, nor startling splash;
The end of dogma is when doubt erases
All hope from anxious, pallid faces.
Yet long before its end is feted,
Am God shall be celebrated;
Right-brained mirror of old thought,
Reverses all that once was taught.
Not the end, nor fulcrum point,
Doth new wisdom thus anoint;
Where in clear, transparent verse,
Truth still prances in reverse!
Hosts shall marvel its reception,
Prophets shoulder its deception,
All is valid once conceived,
Just arbitrate all that’s believed.
What once was chained, is now set loose;
It you’ve not quaffed, just drink your juice.
Jonestown’s Kool-Aid’s now on sale
As Fate asserts, “Go straight to jail!”
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