Religion becoming meaningless
when propriety goes away
Nothing to sit atop the lies
nothing to lead astray
Claiming the title to prophecies spun
each figurehead stands tall
To augment the legend of what never was
—as Divinity still calls
(The New Room: January, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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