on altars of make believe
because I witness suffering
even when I was addicted to self imposing
pain
I felt
the total craziness of religion:
179 die and one gets a miracle and survives.
Like the other 179 were ****.
I used to be addicted to me
and then one day how much higher I got
lifting or helping another.
It was no saviour or religion that brought me striving
out from the dungeon I was in.
It was the seed of empathy I had hidden.