Impiety In A Temple

I stand hands folded, eyes screwed shut, a picture of piety. I stand in a temple swarming with people, with varying degrees of faith – some intense, some borrowed, some faithless. United we stand, chanting and praying to a stony God – who’s opulent raiment and the mountain of offerings before him, is in stark…

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Manufactured God

Once upon a time, glorious man ruled this world, Blessed he was with brains, beauty, knowledge & culture. Till throw away all his bounty he did, And enslave himself to his own creation sordid – Money. Now money determines what and where we read, Or if we’ll end up as bums on the street. Money…

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