Gods Who Never Speak
Speak to me not of gods
They have turned
from me
Faith is an outdated
feudalistic custom
No longer in rotation
Man destroys God
I have no pity
On cold, distant
Overseers
Why bother?
You crowd yourselves
into pathetic
little rooms
Week after week
Hoping
Hoping that eventually
Your faith
Will have true validity
When you know
It won't
The idea frightens you:
This is it
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