I had a God
Now I have empty conversations
He's still there
Under piles of reluctance and unfortunate accusations
I'd share dreams
And ideas and germs that could turn into might
I'd block expectations
And yet there was a belief; that he could only do right
A pack of cards on thin ice
I'm treading lightly, God probably thinks all's okay
At the tip of the iceberg sure,
But right below, faith has started on it's own decay
God still wants to be there
It's my love, my religion that's fraud
For I thought stones were humans
And humans, deities. I thought I had a God.
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