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Bunnies and Light Her saccharine-sweet words presented to me Such a startlingly beautiful painting of Glory That with shaking hand, I wiped back a tear-- I knew without doubt, surely Christ was near. Her words spoke of Heaven, of God, and of Fate, A land without fear, sorrow, or hate. Her eyes they both shone with the passion of love As she spoke of the Spirit, shaped of a dove. Then, with me trapped, she presented to me, The real and inevitable face of Christianity. That as surely as there is a Heaven, there must be a Hell, Not quite the lovely picture she had before painted so well. Her eyes they now shone with a quite different light-- The light of a crazed lion preparing for the fight. Her once-expressive hands now curled into claws, The beauty of before was revealed all its flaws. For flowery language we like first to hear; But darker sides of Christ incite the real fear That entraps, ensnares, encrypts and relates The inexcusable Paradox of Christianity--from love must come hate. Copyright 1993 by Kenneth Cavness, aka Questor Thews. No portion of this work may be reprinted without written permission from the author.

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