Since I was a child I believed.
Believed in the near tangible,
The provable
The almost-rational.
I could never swallow the bitter pill of faith,
Religion,
God,
The dust and ash of rinsed out fables.
I still search the skies with a lack of avail.
I’d settle for a twitch of movement
But I dream of those purple beams,
So violent and foreign.
The opening of the doors
Should budge our closed minds.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC
Since I was a child I believed.
Believed in the near tangible,
The provable
The almost-rational.
I could never swallow the bitter pill of faith,
Religion,
God,
The dust and ash of rinsed out fables.
I still search the skies with a lack of avail.
I’d settle for a twitch of movement
But I dream of those purple beams,
So violent and foreign.
The opening of the doors
Should budge our closed minds.
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