Remember us better than we were
and more than we are, better than zealots
and more than just pious primates, always trying to
find meaning in what is and what isn't, we fail miserably
yet still we climb
Unable to circumvent our final exit
we've fabricated imaginary friends, that left bread crumbs to guide us
our fate; self immolation, but we label it paradise
so enthralled with the after, we forget the now
to the hungry, even crumbs taste like kindness
We cite holy verses out of context
to condone genocide and our prejudices
the moral of their story, an afterthought
unless it suits our whim, our disdain and bigotry
thinly veiled in religious veneer
Our sabbaths, are spent professing our love one to another
just like the scriptures command us to
sinners and saints, pharisees and hypocrisy
we confess only the sins we choose to bring to light
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
I have planted myself near the wellspring of knowledge
my roots have grown deep, choking the life from the supernatural
my foolish superstitions wither, absent sustenance
allowing my branches to reach new heights, and yet
*still I climb
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