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Confrontation in the Syntaxicon
It is worthy to be celebrated,
an abomination to be adored—
by this alone deny your lord.
No one roots for the executioner,
but no one questions his sanction.
Deference is repulsive.
Better to run afoul of fate and fang
than to be herd-guided by echoes of response.
Anyone who believes in original sin
is looking for an excuse to indulge self-hate.
There are better reasons.
I defy you to come up with an original sin.
Thus, and this easily, I dismiss your religion,
its impressively wicked history, the reality of it,
and the pretend mystery.
I mean, the preposterous presumption
of trying to appropriate the flood!
And the rainbow!
My myths can beat up your myths.
And someday they will.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
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