The Godless
For be it told or not so sure,
Divinity in dreams will lure.
Untold, forsaken , wrought.
Guided, mislead and bought.
Beware the golden dream,
Of reverence like the flowing streams.
For hidden in atheistic time,
Is proverb and it’s crime.
Locks and chains will reprimand,
And blood will drip and sink.
Until passion laughs at blinded hearts.
And godless men will think.