Your Religion
I am not a disciple
Though there are times I envy
Those who would follow so easily
I wish I could lose myself
Completely
In a fog of faith, belief
In what I cannot know for sure
But I need something human
Something real
Something direct and bleeding
I will not let myself be fooled
By figments
— A.R.
Wounded Angel by Hugo Simberg
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