Christ Cannot Save You from Deliberate Stupidity

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I make an icon of the white tree bark of birch.

The icon hugs in white and black because

I want a true religion like a church

That says the truth and never gives a pause

To preaching that.  Not everything is black

And white.  Not everything is zebra white

Striped black.  Ignoring this will turn our thinking slack.

A zebra’s baculum can flapping smite

Against his torso, smack, smack, smack so mares

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Zebra-exhibitionist!

Zebra penis gets stiff!

Will know exactly what he wants.  That kind

Of teaching is the truth religion stares

Away from.  Faiths choose falsity, are blind.

  Put on your prophet glasses.  Look at plain

    Ole facts.  You don’t need Christ.  Just use your brain.