Choking on Untruth

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Although the holy ones insist that we

Extend beyond our bodies and mere time,

That we have SOULS and i…m…m…o…r…t…a…l…i…t…y,

Such doctrines are factitious and a crime

Against true thinking.  They are born of fear

And nothing more in fact.  The soul does not

Exist, a separate entity.  To smear

This truth with Swedenborg’s enthralling snot

Spread out across our vision brings the worst of smog.

The prophets and the seers are the blind

Ones, like an unenlightened small swamp’s frog

With spider legs in throat.  Such “thoughts” are rind.

  Aquinas saw his tundra tome as “straw.”

     This soul stuff sticks in truest thinkers’ crop.