My Religion
Hymns of Horror, Divine distress;
Prayers of panic, spiritual stress;
tears of trepidation, holy hell;
rhythms of ruin, venerable vice;
oh! great religion, I bow to thee;
I genuflect at your altar of acerbity FOR -
thoughtless though I am not, toothless I am;
guiltless though I am not, gutless I am;
hopeless though I am not, heartless I am;
A powerless pawn caught in this chequered web,
struggling and lost in this winding maze,
seeking solace in the unknown dread,
beaten, broken, bloodied, helpless... MAN.
Hymns of Horror, Divine distress;
Prayers of panic, spiritual stress;
tears of trepidation, holy hell;
rhythms of ruin, venerable vice;
oh! great religion, I bow to thee;
I genuflect at your altar of acerbity FOR -
thoughtless though I am not, toothless I am;
guiltless though I am not, gutless I am;
hopeless though I am not, heartless I am;
A powerless pawn caught in this chequered web,
struggling and lost in this winding maze,
seeking solace in the unknown dread,
beaten, broken, bloodied, helpless... MAN.
1 Comments:
This is true genius moby. I loved this poem
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