Irony of Christ

The beauty of Christ, is not his word,
Or even in his death.
The beauty is not the revered bible,
Or his holiness, or his last breath.
No there is beauty in christ, but not where they say,
In fact, it's not even him.
The beauty of christ is the Irony,
Of the men that follow at whim.
The men who say they love and serve,
The men who preach his will.
The men who sailed across the ocean,
To loot and maim and kill.
In god's name! Was their proclaim,
As they "converted" all others,
Funny, I thought Christ was nice?
I doubt he'd kill his brothers.
Their own fault, their rationale,
They refuse the only truth!
Well so did they, Christ never said,
Kill heresy, limb and tooth.
Christ said, I love all as one,
He said, we're all the same.
But in the rush for money, power,
Any life is game.
That is the beauty of christ the lord,
The one man who could show us the way,
Simply became a figurehead,
An excuse to slaughter and slay.
The irony of all of this,
was that the men of god believed.
They really thought what they did was right,
That they practised what christ concieved.

Nicholas Bronson

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