The Stoned God…

My silence is in conversation with you…
if you can hear the ancient chant without…
my silent stare is aware only of you…
if you can see my eyes pouring love about…
My silent being is reverberating within you…
If you can feel its pulse radiating out….

all that matters now is how dumb, deaf and dead you are….
you are still close to me, no matter however far…

smiled the same ancient smile and so said the lord…
while these stoned fossils of atheists fought over
the lovely statue of my lively God….

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