prayer is kept for the poor, a mere thought
is kept for the rich, but the rich hardly "think"
to mention the "name",
   the poor pray, but hardly
think about "him",
while the rich "think",
but hard;y pray about him...
ego-*******-maniacs that they are...
i find that mere thought
as acknowledgement is always
besides the point...
whatever point was ever to be
made in gesticulation of a prayer...
i only believe in him
not in the sense of perpetuation,
but as the case less celebrated
in service of scolded celebration,
and more: a framework of
the objectivity of justice given...
none of this human subjectivity of
justice servitude...
a truer objective jurisprudence...
      than this subjective bologna...
i can't stomach that bollocking...
  it feeds me the taste of *******
wrapped in shrimps...
and i don't like that...
there's absolutely nothing north korean
about it,
          there's no salutation,
no siegl high....
    no roman caesarian ave salute...
            i have no prayer romance
with a deity, i have a case of law on
my hands, and giving my secrets,
i'm as omniscience as the omni-almighty...
as ever -
          mort non est enigma...
death is no secret....
      the only secret is life (in) itself -
           omni enigma est vita per se...
and all i said unto myself:
make sure you drink into the third hour
past midnight...
   i'm 20 minutes short...
  but i'll make it;
that said, the poor pray but never think
about a god,
the rich? they neither think,
nor pray to a god...
they just love the jest antagonism,
        and by then: neither praying or
thinking come into play...
       what comes into play is the atheistic
mirror that only abides by the rich
to question:
     is there more to this mort qua nox
than what is already governing
the doubt? well, we all should be so lucky
as to spot the judases in our
accummitive momentum: who finally said:
enough of of bargaining with
fake promises! let them taste
the origins of the promising fruit, in miltonic ash.
       once upon cartesian,
when one upon a time (again) caesarian...
     then again ego as fetus,
   and the womb as a collision course
        between theory upon theory upon
theory once more,
       and it's called a "miracle"...
                 miraculous to have made
the statement, and not sanctified the guillotine
instead.