Madness gathers where beliefs
Are made. Every paradox
Ever was was never out
There but was belief's debris,
Our hatred of Goliath
Vs. our love of our God--
Big, bad vulnerable monsters,
Bad for being so big; big,
Good, invulnerable sky gods,
Good for being much bigger
On our side in the story.
If you believed it, you lied.
Only the trivial's real.
Nobody believes in dogs.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.