Strange Adoration

I will never understand the lengths

that are achieved in order to

worship an invisible man.

Martyrs, in their finite wisdom,

kill themselves, condemn themselves,

for a faith that has been dead for years.

When the going gets rough,

we are all damned to this plane

as followers of something nonexistant.

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Allright,you have no talent
your poem makes a lot of sence though
so maybe you do have talent
but im wishy washy what the hell do i know
im just a man


ron parrish