I do not believe in the deity "God"
Nor do I pray to his feathered creatures above
It is meaningless to do so
People of faith ask how could anyone live without his grace
To do so is to live in a garden full of perpetual weeds, a desert isolated by the torch of fire and cursed with stagnant winds
But in thirst I see the mirage as a mirage, so I do not run towards it in desperation I do not kneel and linger in disappointment and despair and betrayal
For I do not carry on in hopes of miracles
I carry on in spite of death
