To pray to ‘It’ without committment!
It hears and listens to all of the nonsense.
With those professions of devotion…
From an emptiness,
Faithfully dismissed.
As soon as the ritual…
Has satisfied a mind,
Limited in consciousness.
You have no idea what you are up against.
And yet you have been conditioned,
To pray to ‘It’ without committment!
In a belief whatever ‘It’ is…
Can be overwhelmed by flattery.
With wishes the ‘act’ delivers,
Something that can be ‘shown’
How much you known ‘It’!
And ‘It’ has chosen you…
To make ‘Its’ presence known!
Whether you ‘own’ or lease,
Your chariot from your sheltered crevice.
You have no idea what you are up against.
And yet you have been conditioned,
To pray to ‘It’ without committment!
And this ‘It’ sees.