effulgent sun in the cave golgatha indifferent to the satanic beast religion like all things here the temple shreiks prayers helpless, wounded and anguished liturgies with idol Christ figurines and pie high heavens for loathing low minded sinners
parishioners expensive burden Eucharist and crucifix a fictional lump of flesh in a bloodless wafer abacus of nothing in the deranged city religion
for gods sake there is no God there.
A poem in the memory of the wonderful and great Christopher Hitchens