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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Meditating in the garden Gethsemane Jesus decides to become agnostic not believing the religion himself perceiving a clearly telling prognostic He sat within the still winds then blowing all the possibilities around his soulful mind could not pretend birthing this idea was fundamentally sound "What am I doing here anyway?" he thought "What made me think to try to do, that, that mankind cannot be taught. It'd be better, without all this ballyhoo" "Love one an' another I said on the mount" blessed are the meek, the pure, the mild, yet these souls seem incapable to surmount their tendencies toward erratic and wild" All these thoughts swirled in his head his darkness matched the coal cold night thought he'd maybe retire to Cairo instead maybe turn a new corner with his life He was just about to firm his thought and tip-toe toward that far away land, when for the few disks of silver bought, troops took him forcibly, in their hand The crowd, the soldiers, the leaders all, insisted that the show must continue Jesus had grave reservations after all and tried to move to a whole new venue But the die was cast, the end was clear the faith of the faithful must be built now Jesus thought this strangely queer that faith be created by him being killed "These people are a bloody race, the god before them is bloody too, to die for god, to save his face seems an unkind, unforgiving, thing to do" Crossing o'er on crossed beams of wood Jesus, painfully, was now aware, the ironic irony nailed him good. "This race of people, they just don't care." © Goode Guy 2013-01-07
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