Would seeing in between the here and now save space,
For one who deemed was a member of said club,
Or sitting cross legged on a hardened floor open book,
Then open eye and see who’s on the level.
What four square joy for religious pomposity?
That even men would dain to know and see god,
They who think to compass all there is what fools,
No house of clearer day will ever venture forth.
For in there sad denial of all that’s real and pure,
They neither see nor hear the beauty all around,
Yet wait to live in Eden here when Eden all but disappeared,
Such wasted life and all for knowledge gained.
To what end I hear you say, for purpose is there some,
Aye and truly was there never thought and evil deed,
For in behind the thought lies Satan’s creed, and bile spewed,
Aye stay far from compass, rule and level, evils tool.
There in lodges all neat and held aloft by pillars straight,
Where bounded men do stamp upon the five armed cross,
Then state thee this I swear for god, and then mock his messenger,
Behold the folly they bring doubt, and men who doubt are doomed.
