Divine Sense.

organized religion
is what divides

us— & easily overlooks
that we are

all born sinners &
must all be saved.

but we’re dissecting
souls here— not

any skin they’re in— not
flesh & frames

that serve as prey to
The enemy ’s trickery— not

the lust of lust or
opened spaces for

the Cross of tattoo
markings & piercings—

that the organized
system that

divides us easily
condemns (again, we’re

by no means—
the anti-Christ or

against Trinities)
but we preach

to the Channels
crafted in prehistoric

homosapien times— to
assemble us under

doctrines— &
construe aggregate

guidelines to defy the
calls of nature &

purify our tainted
from birth

cores.  &
on paper it all

makes divine sense—
in 34,000 Organized


ways.  redefining,
reassuring, dividing,

& easily forgetting
that we are

all born sinners &
must all be saved.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004

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