What is Christianity, anyway?
A lot of smiling faces
With pain behind.
And some vague promise of jam tomorrow
All decorated in dull pewter frames
With the words,
He Loves You
Engraved.
Standing in a poorly lit bookshop window
In a dowdy part of town
Where developers hope
To refurbish
For greater earthly rewards than these,
From coffee sales and chrome stools.
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