How many times Christ
Used the word love
It wants to measure his feet
For the lakes around here
It wants to find out why
The water he blessed
Tasted like new wine
When the groom was already drunk
And our religions have become
Political organizations
And our politics has become
The worst kind of religion
Only in art can we find a trace
Of him that’s still believable
What happened on that hill
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