Some worship the sun and the stars
Others worship bearded men with guitars
Some of us worship idols and priests
Others worship the trees and the beasts
Some worship places
Others worship faces
As of late, worship of numbers seems to be the norm
The image of ourselves does this worship deform
The worship of might will last for eons
The human mind is fascinating though, delusions it’ll build to free itself of these rigid forms
Pick a belief, a rock or a sock
There will always be those who, for the love of their beliefs will bring down havoc
Worship is but human nature, even in the bleakest of times we close our eyes and look inward
When we do wake up, we buckle down, take a deep breath and start walking onward
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Some worship the sun and the stars
Others worship bearded men with guitars
Some of us worship idols and priests
Others worship the trees and the beasts
Some worship places
Others worship faces
As of late, worship of numbers seems to be the norm
The image of ourselves does this worship deform
The worship of might will last for eons
The human mind is fascinating though, delusions it’ll build to free itself of these rigid forms
Pick a belief, a rock or a sock
There will always be those who, for the love of their beliefs will bring down havoc
Worship is but human nature, even in the bleakest of times we close our eyes and look inward
When we do wake up, we buckle down, take a deep breath and start walking onward
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