By: Gus Victoria
The myriad thoughts of the mind are freed
And in chaotic order dance anew,
A moment of weakness
Fulfills a lifetime of strength,
No temple to shame,
No doctrine to defile,
No blame to seek,
Guilt is a garment unworn,
To the fire consigned,
Justice is the new badge,
Dogma no more;
Words in the wind
From the granite slabs
Ground to dust,
Dry corpse by the vulture devoured,
No marker,
No grave,
Faith lives on,
Religion is forever dead.
