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They Have Their Own Music

Christians, fundamentalist and evangelical, Have their own music, which is loud and clear, But although it’s repeated monotonously every week, It always excites them so, when they draw near. Their music stimulates them unfailingly, I mean, the preaching concepts and doctrine; They even embrace and trophy dogma as helpful, To it they are faithful, absolutely fine. I used to think that strange and unacceptable, To admit to a dogmatic conceptual model, And now I consider it extremely weird, To normal standardised frameworks toggle. It’s unhealthy to resign the many to hell, To want to gel with a king who's dead, To only ever have one conversation aim, And to desire a book you've already read. For every such Christian I meet and interact with, I just remember that they listen to their own music, And even though they may each be hearing it themselves, I'm sure that for such twaddle there’s a linguistic. 30/9/2015

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