We do not pray.
Especially not to dead gods.
Fairy tale salvations;
To absolve us from sin.
Whose?
Which sins?
These thousand voices,
Of ghosts & madness!
Spirits I’ve tamed with force.
Or will.
Cajoled,
Coerced,
Conquered.
At some point,
You become so haunted –
That sand-drawn lines,
Stop existing.
We Do Not Pray.
