I hear it all the time
and I wonder, if you believe
nothing man hasn't touched
isn't corrupt, and dealt, from under sleeve
And still, no questions asked
from books as old as time
I don't believe that ancient man
was any less corrupt, or not, undermined
The gospels and the writs, passed down
mouth to mouth, page to page, and man to man
many different, yet similar the versions
passed again, from hand, to hand
The devil's in the details, I've said all that, before
is it possible that, we trust a page that may be ripped
and still hold it sacrosanct, here, now, and evermore
When all we really know, is power corrupts, so absolute
it happens so quietly, with words and stories, we can't refute