Religion, you harlot and opiate of the masses
I smell the stagnation you bring upon earth.
Gold becomes lead, in stained roseate glasses
Diluting, corrupting, negating its worth.
Hierarchical structure and pseudo-anointing
Seem holy—but prove antithetic to Christ
whose transparent and sure apostolic appointing
began a new age, and sufficed.
I renounce you, religion; your temples lie fallen . . .
the future arises from ruins, ever new.
Mere human unrighteous momentum must stall
when the truth spins around into view.
He was scorned, he was vilified; slain for your sin
Abrahamic philosopher, healer and friend
yet perceived as demoniac right to the end.
His beginning is here in your heart. Never fear:
Dead religion must perish for true love to win.
Hermeneutics imploding—His coming is near
CONNECT/HOOK 
Well said. Too often “religious people” get caught up focusing on themselves and completely neglect the personal relationship with Christ. They are self-deluding with rituals, buildings, and ministers. While there is nothing wrong with these things in themselves, when they become the mainstay of the religion it signifies a serious problem.
At least, that’s the meaning I got from the poem.
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I think you read it as intended. It is hard not to get caught up in rituals, buildings, and ministers…it just creeps in gradually. I hope God will wake all of us, myself included, out of our stupor. A great awakening, that’s what I am hoping for. It happened before, it can happen again.
Thanks for pondering this with me.
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This is good. I like “ Dead religion must perish for true love to win.”
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Thank you for reading my poem, Mr. K.
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Working my way through all of your stuff. Lover of beauty and a glutton for punishment. 😛
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