Since I doubt You,
Your existence,
most of all Your churchmen
and the thousand propagandists
who seem so sure they've got You locked up
in their Bahbles,
You're entitled to doubt Me.
Since there still isn't much to show for
My existence;
those of My advocates who've done wrong,
I'm either unaware of it,
have cut them off,
or simply don't care.
Much like You,
who seem so uncaring
about wrongdoing
in Your name.
So we're even:
I'll let you off the hook for
Your indifference; You
can forgive mine.
1 comment:
You should enter the Foley contest.
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