Essence

An idea begats a movement
the anointed soon have to protect
What was once blasphemy is orthodox
with morality soon complex and murky

Individual divinity is too anarchistic
personal communion threatens the hierarchy
So the new heretics become the shunned
while the truth is cannibalized

Strip away all layers to essence
do not bow to dogma’s rule
Be pious for love, beauty, justice
for truth is the idea, not the institution