How much do we not understand not due to lack of sight or sound
But simply due to fears we have of meeting one with eyes too deep
And talk too deep and touch too deep we quail before this holy power
We quail and look for doors to breach and methods to distract
Us from the truth
He came to heal the least and lost the losers win the mourners laugh
The fit don't need him he says follow me if not they die beyond the pale
For they were able and they
Turned away
Meanwhile he stands with prisoner and whore
The murderous the pederast the enemy the terrorist
And says cast the first stone and then to them repent
And sin no more
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