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I am shoulders hunched to the sky

confusion resounding

louder than spirituals off baptist tongues

I've laid offerings up to enough godless souls

to make me question the existence of good in man

The essence of me upon open palm

forced from that place within

still seeking approval

Instinctively it balls into fists and keeps to me

I've diviied up what is not yet there to give before

only to pull back an empty hand

I wont apologize for life now making me stingy

Days never go uninterrupted

always thinking back to move forward

Stumbling along the way amongst flashbacks

and those conversations in foreign languages

You know...the romance ones,

like bullshit and UStillPhuckinLying

Each diety bringing more lessons then the last

but as for these zealots and their

faux alters of substance

I left religion on the steps of my childhood

along with genuflecting before winos with collars

and regurgitating mantras

So there's no worship for them here

at this temple

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