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The Lord's Farce

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Utopian dream,
Idealist scheme,
Built on bloody ground,
Nothing is sound.
Angels gaze at the blind
Behind.
Waving palm fronds,
The shadow responds.

Our Father, who art in [money].
[Hollowed] be Thy name.
Thy kingdom [extorted].
Thy will be [distorted].
On Earth as it is [on Wall Street].
Give us this day our daily [feast].
And forgive us our [inordinate] debts, as we [pretend to] forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation [often].
But deliver us from [the IRS].
For [we are] the kingdom, and the power, and the glory,
For [so long as it suits us].
Amen.

Holier than thou
Has never meant less than it does now.





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