FINGERPRINTS OF THE FALSE GODS
lies the remains
of One once adored
Streaks of vermilion
still adorns the
variegated visage
The floor lies strewn
with floral offerings
harshly rejected
Amongst the debris
of a broken heart
recumbent lies the God
no more erect
The gushing flow
of reality
washed away
those feet of clay
The stench
of perishing untruths
the follower nauseates
A believer turns agnostic
and with a cynical smile
from the ruins walks away..
Kiyo
7th may 2008
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