Created: August 29, 2015 | Updated: August 29, 2015
Genre : Fantasy
Language : English
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Faith bound in midnight, edges rough,
the twentieth letter on its face.
Tissue thin pages, within inscribed
translated salvation.
He held it proudly in his hand,
high above his head as he ranted
to save all our souls from damnation
and thus redeem his own.
He condemns all but not himself.
Claiming to be above all such faults
He waves this black testament skyward
As if to call on God.
That simple tome, that oldest lore,
the words of sinners and saints long past,
Held by this small-minded mortal man.
It seems like a cruel joke.
It is a poor measure of faith
Cheaply bound in blatant righteousness
Did he not read of pride and judgment
or of intolerance?
It is a cheap faith that hoards God.
No religion knows absolute truth.
Are we to burn in hellfire because
of stories in a book?