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Beneath this mask,
a world of
Warped realities.

Old Sins
Now Black holes
Pull hard
on my days.

I've been
With my thoughts
Far too long

Introspection is exhausting...

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God is My Barber

The sickness that made the Vulture bald
would have killed the Crow.

It is because
the gods are petty
and would not be questioned
about who they show favor to,
That Crows live to,
Squawk hysterically
At Vultures' misfortune.

We have come to understand, that,
when a petty god is your barber,
Crows, who can't afford a razor,
with their benevolent destinies,
will punctuate our precious peace
with their shameless snickering.

the Vulture
pays any mind
wages a war of words
with mockers and scoffers;
for the cure for baldness
is not found in the laughter of Crows...

*****April 4, 2017*****
My Second poem about Vultures. I really need to stop this...😂😂😂

Finding God

The inexplicable
Is proof there's a God.

This, for me,
Is where doubt began.
For if we know today
More than we did yesterday
Then, God is
a constantly contracting chamber of ignorance.

Now if it is so
And God is the Lord of gaps
Then men of religion
May be forgiven
For their unrelenting battle
Against knowledge;
The God killer.

But if God is
the beginning of wisdom
And his people perish
For lack of knowledge
And if we know today
More than we did yesterday

Then it stands to reason
That the God to believe in
Is an ever expanding explosion of knowledge.

I have no faith
In the God of gaps
For God must be Omniscient
And ignorance is not
This, for me, is where doubt ends.

*****April 22, 2017*****

Colourless God

Colourless God,
Let's add some dye
for plain can't be divine.

Colourless God,
God is a canvas in the mind
Let's paint him in our kind.

Colourless God,
Let us make God in our own image
Then say ours alone deserves homage.

*****February 14, 2016*****

Colourless God
🤔 — A (@poetra_asantewa) February 14, 2016
We were having a discussion on twitter when Poetra tweeted this and I wrote this in reply