Dress with Rhetoric.
So that what is not explicit
Cannot be proved or probed,
Does not exist…
Sheath your Swords.
Fashion a Mask and Shroud.
Be our Messiah. Promise you’ll Deliver us.
And by the time it’s obvious you are in fact
A dangerous fiction, the antithesis to our natures,
We will be disciples reformed in your image
Who won’t dare blaspheme or unravel our faith.
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