The Kneed
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True it is, the soul prevails beyond life on earth.
Pity it is, then to waste it in pursuit of foreign lore and treasure.
You, made first beyond all others, in the image of the Creator.
Is it you kneed, with eyes and hands raised, to image of another?
Another, who has separated spirit from mind from matter
Another who, ignores the spirit, pays you no mind, and says "all matter is mine!"
Kneel then, heathen, so to make heaven on earth for the other.
Why ever rise, wretch, for what heaven can you now enter?
Your ancestors, still the essence of the Creator,
Know not you who calls another man's pottery, Father!
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