An angel blinks in the dark So many screams, so many sunken ships A drop of red upon his dried up lips Of all his crimes he bears the mark Like the blind man who had eye but does not see At peace, his soul shall never be He stabbed his brother high upon the altar As his twisted god watched from afar...
Reason for writing:
Just thinking about religion's numerous paradox and contradictions
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