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The Heretics' Creed
 
The rot began with Baptist,
A Hebrew named Yohanen.
In desert he existed
On locusts and wild honey.
He saw himself Elijah,
And preached a new Messiah.
He'd baptise duped disciples
To spread his manic vision.
An eschatology, of
Apocalyptic nonsense.
 
From Galilee came Jesus,
Was baptised and infected.
He took these dire predictions
Straight back to whence he came from.
But Jesus knew the Logos
Was what the world was needing:
To everyone, agape;
To penitents, forgiveness.
But this he overshadowed
With angels, ghosts, and demons.
 
A troublemaker preacher,
So, he was executed.
Disciples spread his message,
Throughout the Palestina.
The Logos and John's fable,
Now intertwined and twisted,
The Romans called them Christians,
Since Christ means a Messiah.
They did this to disparage
Their Messianic fervour.
 
Along came Paul of Tarsus
Who used it as a basis.
He mixed his prejudices
And shaped a new religion,
Then spread this faith corrupted
Throughout the Hellenistic.
The Occident was hood-winked,
Misled by twisted theos.
A Messianic movement
Of miracles and magic.
 
Copyright © 1 May 2026, Alan John Branford
 
 
This poem was read to the May 2026 meeting of the Friendly Street Poets, Adelaide.
 
(May 2026)
  
 
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