Temple Of Ruin

Whats become of the creed, my brother?

People filling their coffers

with so much dirty coin

And filling their head

with empty irrationalities;

A temple of gold is no building

to atone their sins.

Oh why Oh why, cant they see

the cobwebs of dogma gathered

in their temple over the ages.

How do I see all this, my brother?

and they dont.

None of this was to be,

Not in the book that they swear on.

So lets stop waiting now,

No more prophets are coming now.

It is time, lets bring this diseased

temple of theirs down on them.

It is time, my brother,

for the gods to die now.

They need some new ones now

We build a promised land now

From the ruins of the old now.

©Abhijit Patil