Architecture Of The Hereafter
Religion at its best
Can only speculate
On the details of final rest
Or on the accuracy
Of the map of the journey
Religion will fabricate the truth
Of lily white do and don’t do’s
Claiming to know
Everything there is to know
About the architecture of the hereafter
But at the show in the end
Perfect true believers
Waiting to be delivered
Will be shown sin after sin
As omission after omission
Is committed again and again
As Saints with teary eyes
Repeat practiced lines
I was too busy as the hungry died
I couldn’t hear the elderly cry
Reciting in rhyme lie after lie
I had to look away
I was busy that Sunday
Sorry today’s not a good day
To be saved
Gate of Inward-
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
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