Even the Christ stormed through
The money-changers and the merchants
Scattering even the lambs and doves
But he did it only once
To enact a parable for them
It wasn't even about the money
But some awe for the Holy
Of Holies his Father within
That he lived also
Implicit in the hearts
And lungs of them
For this he died and cried out
To his Father to forgive
these louts his crime
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