Excerpts are from Psalm 24
Dogma
Grow stagnant, wallow in vain
Objectified truth, blemished virtue
Preach your one hued doctrine
Even if red comes in many shades.
"He who has cleans hand and a pure heart who desires not worthless things"
Debate the valor of your teachings
And yet you would hear no riposte.
Happy for your pure heart
Not too joyful for for your farce insistence
"Who has not sworn as to deceive his neighbor"
You march with the scythe
Yet sleep in dogmatic slumber
Abashed in untruthful honor
Blasted by your indignity
"Oh gates, lift high your heads, grow higher ancient doors. Let him enter, the king of glory"
I will not let your cleanliness stain
My admittance to filth.
Uncertain about your sincerity
Certain about your blindness.
Dogma
Grow stagnant, wallow in vain
Objectified truth, blemished virtue
Preach your one hued doctrine
Even if red comes in many shades.
"He who has cleans hand and a pure heart who desires not worthless things"
Debate the valor of your teachings
And yet you would hear no riposte.
Happy for your pure heart
Not too joyful for for your farce insistence
"Who has not sworn as to deceive his neighbor"
You march with the scythe
Yet sleep in dogmatic slumber
Abashed in untruthful honor
Blasted by your indignity
"Oh gates, lift high your heads, grow higher ancient doors. Let him enter, the king of glory"
I will not let your cleanliness stain
My admittance to filth.
Uncertain about your sincerity
Certain about your blindness.
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