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Knight-Poet

Published: Jul 1, 2014

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After reading this, now that it is written, I feel the need for a disclaimer. I am not a Christian. But neither am I opposed to Christianity. Or any other religion, really. I am, however, strongly opposed to any and all religious fanaticism. Especially the sort that screams at every opportunity that all right-thinking individuals should, and are indeed compelled to, go "over there" and show "them" what's what, and what's right and proper, once and for all. And demonstrate the might of whatever Lord there may be. That is what this is about.

Respect and ye shall be respected. Love and ye shall be loved. That be the Faith.

(This poem was inspired, to al large part, by this brilliant animated short called "The Backwater Gospel")

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