by Lizardin Bain

My religion

Words are my religion.

Letters are their priests.

The crow will grow from pigeon.

The truth will rise from mist.

 

I will abandon morals.

I’ll mix and lose control.

I’ll praise creative chaos;

The brashness of my soul.

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