Born into a tribe, by the faith-
Anyone outside, off with their head..
Yes brothers, you are with us, or dead.
(Jesus said something similar)
Infidels! Vile animals; beasts;
The worst of creatures and demons!
Partners of Satan.
Who are these?
(Sounds familiar)
With battle lines drawn
Only two tribes exist
If you are not with us
It's into the pit.
(Why is it so?)
Now, Who is right? Who is wrong?
Who's the conductor of this gruesome song?
(Does anyone know?)
Who has the mandate, to sit on the throne?
The supreme super tribe?
Or the meek, and the mild?
(Be sanctified, for the show)
The former consumes the later:
Like the snake eating it's tale;
With all their bloodshed,
Are both doomed to fail?
(Something has to go).
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Wise
A poem that reflects many's present feeling in religion. They seem to interpret things their way forgetting about good Samaritans, about Christ and the sinners and revert to Old Testament eradication of the enemy and salting their fields. I guess we took a step backward Good write
BRAVO
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