The Prison of Religion
Tell me not of the divine creator you createdbecause it's obviousthe system you design to divide and rule has not caught meand the resistance against your poison is more than threewho refuse to choose the choice of being a sacrifice of fearbut tears the very thought you bareto stare in our faces and say praybecause if life is all that is for what and to whom do you praywhile you are responsible for the strays, gays, and A.Ks thatsprays our communityand our immunity to the chlorine we drink and the thoughtswe think are influenced by you,you who delivers promises and business uptown and boomsand guns downtowntrying to influence voteswith a dull knife trying to slit our throats and if I die thesethoughts will still be influenced by a ghostlike this book, those poems, and the toast I will forevermake good over evil and life because there's no death.