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And priests dare babble of a God of peace, _x000D_ _x000D_ Even whilst their hands are red with guiltless blood, _x000D_ _x000D_ Murdering the while, uprooting every germ _x000D_ _x000D_ Of truth, exterminating, spoiling all, _x000D_ _x000D_ Making the earth a slaughter - house!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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What this quote means

This quote critiques the hypocrisy of religious figures who preach peace while committing violence.

Percy Bysshe Shelley highlights the contradiction between the teachings of peace attributed to religious leaders and the reality of their actions, which often involve violence and destruction. He draws attention to the moral incongruence of those who claim to uphold truth and virtue while simultaneously engaging in acts that corrupt and devastate humanity and the earth.

Themes

HypocrisyViolencePeaceReligionTruth

In practice

Example use cases

During a speech on social justice, one might use this quote to emphasize the need for genuine morality in leadership.

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