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Dec 2019
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
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