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Thanks, man--we ought to do it now, in the future it'll only be harder. Here's another for your edification... :)

Kill the Beast

From underneath it flames, it comes this beast,
Taking for its own all; even the smallest must die.
Hate is the word for those who follow, even the least,
To kill their goal, their dream, their life, their why.
Religion; manmade bane yet the saving thing on earth,
Taken to its cruelest form, its false conclusion in blood,
Twisted and burned, contrived and learned in dearth,
Of spirit and mind, conscience to enjoin a mindless flood,
Of hate. Hate is their calling, their purpose, can’t we see?
Enslave those who question! Kill those who are free!
They learn to lie early in course, their trade in greed blind,
Until they kill those believers looking another way—just,
They want the heart, cut the neck, dead meat, once a mind.
While they dance, evil fools, celebrate wanton blood lust.

Must we know and kill the beast?
Lest it makes our hearts a still, dead feast,
On every one true, simple, pure thing,
Of every holy cross, sacred holy ring,
Kill it and still it, else the black cover shall ever grow,
Nothing else can stop its dark, hot, blistered flow,
Shall we freely take even a bit of air until we know,
The beast is wrapped stiff, buried silent in his woe?
Skin buried deep, cold, wet, the soul forever in hell,
Left to rot, wither and turn as shallow bone to feed,
The dogs, birds, worms, swine and creatures in a shell.
Leave them all nothing more here to need.
Our choice would be different but is it not only one?
Fail to kill the beast, rill his blood and we shall die.
Fail to put him to the dirt, his claim shall be he’s won,
And the babe suffers every bit much more, why?

For religion, for land—it is those alone you say?
Don’t speak to me of his God and false spawn,
God is not in him; only soulless men he’ll obey,
To kill the babe, destroy forever, every peaceful dawn.

God is not murder.
God is not cruel.
God is peace.
God is love.