I refuse faith in any deity that can’t be proven.
My time praying at your temples while you slept should have made that clear. Your pulpits and mesh screens have made me hate the way your voice was distorted. And though I bathed in your waters to baptize myself in your love,
I can’t forget how many others you allowed in your congregation of you and me.
Yesterday you were my goddess, but today you sound like the soapbox begging for loose change.
You’re a heartbeat evangelist...
and you talked to anyone who would listen...
But I was a true believer.
And you were only a faith healer.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
I refuse faith in any deity that can’t be proven.
My time praying at your temples while you slept should have made that clear. Your pulpits and mesh screens have made me hate the way your voice was distorted. And though I bathed in your waters to baptize myself in your love,
I can’t forget how many others you allowed in your congregation of you and me.
Yesterday you were my goddess, but today you sound like the soapbox begging for loose change.
You’re a heartbeat evangelist...
and you talked to anyone who would listen...
But I was a true believer.
And you were only a faith healer.
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