Remember us better than we were and more than we are, better than zealots and more than just pious primates, always trying to find meaning in what is and what isn't, we fail miserably
yet still we climb
Unable to circumvent our final exit we've fabricated imaginary friends, that left bread crumbs to guide us our fate; self immolation, but we label it paradise so enthralled with the after, we forget the now
to the hungry, even crumbs taste like kindness
We cite holy verses out of context to condone genocide and our prejudices the moral of their story, an afterthought unless it suits our whim, our disdain and bigotry thinly veiled in religious veneer
Our sabbaths, are spent professing our love one to another just like the scriptures command us to sinners and saints, pharisees and hypocrisy we confess only the sins we choose to bring to light
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
I have planted myself near the wellspring of knowledge my roots have grown deep, choking the life from the supernatural my foolish superstitions wither, absent sustenance allowing my branches to reach new heights, and yet