A religion that we chase
Yes it is within us
The craving of these nerves
It is within us
The sedation is almighty
Forgiving, compliant, quiet
All that calms the mind
Becomes God to human
A pill, an altar, a person we call home.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2026 01:39
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Deeply philosophical it becomes practical in its implementation. A poem of reflection speaking to human nature and a broader definition of worship. There are reasons that men made their idols of gold. Well written and a fave
Thanks a lot, grateful for your reflection and support:)
You are most welcome Alan
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