Imaginary Religion

They’re busy praising
Empty idols and hollow gods
Pledging their undying allegiance to one and
Then the next
They shout and scream and
Acct obscene
And expect to reap much
But unknowingly sow nothing.
They blindly worship the
Things they see
And follow the leader down
Paths of destruction
Yet no one notices
Bandages cover their
Damaged eyes and
Even if their blood no longer
Needs to spill
They continue to split themselves open
Sacrifice everything
All that matters and exists
To a shell of nothing
Inspired by something
But ultimately meaningless
And they don’t suspect a thing.

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