Failure

Bless the martyr, kiss the child

pray to a God whose malevolence holds no rival

Live in the garden, partake of its bounty

shackled to idiocy and  an ignorance of His design

Dance as puppets, jerk to strings

attached to fingers stained by the blood of innocents

Crowned by thorns, affixed to wood

the body of Christ crucified like an ornament for His amusement

Blame the sinner, refute all sin

but childlike cruelty deserves no place of worship as vicious oceans swallow all yet again.

 

Author’s Words for Thought

“Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.” -Karl Marx

 

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