A lions body,
With a human head,
Doesn't mean your smart instead.
When Priests run the show,
It might be time to go,
Maybe too good to be true.
It's skeptical I guess,
What they do with this mess,
Making cherry piety out of a deity.
It's inevitable,
What is right,
Our mutual understanding of inevitable light.
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