Epiphany

Praise be to Allah!
Praise be to Yahweh!
Praise be to Budhah!
Jah Rastafarai!

You fill our skies with these cries
Whimsical nonsense
Pitiful manifestations of your ignorance
You wine and breathe hell fire
And promise virgins, gold, sedative plants
And more fairy-tale garbage

Who is this person you call God?
From where does he come?
Is he the passing cloud in the clear blue sky;
Or the angry flash of lightening
That strikes fury at sinners?
Is he a looming Giant in the stars?
Or simply a creation of imagination
Where does he live?
Above the North Pole, or the South?
Is his seat the sun or the moon?
Exactly where does his realm exist?

Minions
Millions
Foolish sages
Mindless puppets
Shame
Shame

Shame that your minds raise no questions
Shame that your ears are close to the truth
Shame that you believe what you cannot see
And veil your ignorance
With codified superstitions-
-Believe without seeing-
Since when was it good to be blind?

God?
There is No God!
No miracles,
No magic eye
That sees all
Or mythic voice
That thunders in the rain
There is just you and me
Brains we don’t know how to use
Puzzles answered with puzzles

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