Withholding to be true, a nonchalant gesture of pain held too close to false promises.
Withering woes in wails of unadulterated exasperated exclamations purporting to be love's loss.
Lies rolled up into blankets of white snowflakes softly caressing your skin, as if to be genuine were a sin.
Sin? Who came up with that bullshit?
Within the thought forms present the days become nights and enfold into space, the thought of sin laughing its way to the bank, as the collection plates circle the globe, making many a poor poorer, and many a rich richer.
Think a thought as unto yourself, let the religious slavery disintegrate into the annals of time. Religious dogma strangling the free thinkers and lovers of philosophies old.
Cradled in conformity and homogenized so called unity, think as they do and become accepted into a distorted community.
The teachings, sayings and wisdom of sages, dying on the lips of ignorant stooges on stages.
The anger rises within me, only as I see my human family victimized by unending waves of hatred veiled in conniving words of redemption and salvation.
Salvage these minds and hearts from a cause so lost it was never found to begin with, adrift on a plank lost in a sea so turbulent nothing floats, just drowns in its self made misery.
Religion I say to you, the beauty you hold is in the words in which you speak, and yet the beauty is beaten, drowned and raped by the inadequacy of those who say it. For the few within holding the true faith, may I bow to you for your commitment to honest heart based universal knowing shines bright in a den of wolves, snakes, charlatans and cranks.
