Your belief in God is merely an escape from your monotonous, stupid and cruel life.
ran into your God rough sleeping yesterday
he said his church had turned into a yoga studio
how people ran from his beard with fleas
how faith became a fashion accessory show
he told me of betrayals so large mothers cry in shame
of famous attractions and funeral transactions
of untouchable minors and forgotten about vipers
on and on he went
lamenting me for change
i gave in and him your card
late en route hellbent.
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