I have no problem with drugs, they do not enter my veins or muddle my brain,
I have no problem with beer, it only sits on on the outer edges of worlds I do belong to,
but gods are hard,
gods are mean,
who we exalt to be our spiritual guidance
always penetrates our physical realm.
And these gods I see make me feel unreal,
make me feel unloved, unworthy, unappreciated.
When the gods we make start to hate, they always hate us
Mortal beings unable to process the rejection of the god of youth, the god of sex, the god of wealth.
There are so many gods and they are rotting where they stand.
Look closely at your adulation….is it a god you adore? A god near death and decay?
Be careful, the gods have no problems they can just simply walk away…..
Brenda Cowan
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About leeskid (Brenda Cowan)

Breathing, writing, listening
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