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Another Way To Die

With an instrument of cruelty
We symbolize our Lord;
With crosses of mahogany,
The best we can afford.
Bring in gold and silver,
Raise the crosses high!
A piece of wood never looked so good;
We fall in love with the symbol of
Another way to die.

What if those men had chosen
Another way to kill
Besides those famous crosses
They put up on the hill?
Our symbol might be different,
And wouldn’t it be odd;
A noose and a rope on the robe of the Pope;
What would it mean if the guillotine
Were to represent our God?

On the belfries of the churches,
On the jewelry that is sold
We find this way of dying
Immortalized in gold.
And, hanging in the chapel,
It’s towering above;
Taking it’s place with the silver and lace,
A shrine we build of the way they killed
A living God of love.

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.



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