A Prayer to the Benign

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some words on the current state of religion

Submitted: March 31, 2009

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A Prayer to the Benign
I wish not for your forgiveness,
I wish not for your tears,
I wish not for love
But for and end to fears.
Humanity has become a cancer,
And God has lost his thrall.
The weak have come to rule,
And the strong are all but gone.
I wish not for your forgiveness,
I wish not for your tears,
I wished not for your love
But you caressed me all the same.
The liturgy of past, forgotten,
The lies bespoke of the bastard child
Lay in the waste, the past, forgotten.
And yet the lies live in for the weak are all that speak.
I feel no hurt, no pain.
I feel no guilt, supposed sin.
I prayed to a God he must have forgotten.
The time has come, it must be spoken;
Sin is upon us, God forgotten.
May the fool burn, the weak cry,
The idiot die and the harlot be despised.
May the stratification begin;
May the strong, the true, rise up,
And cast down the insipid flocks of the self-righteous.
God has left us, let it not be forgotten.


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