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they are not my gods that you obey I stand back astonished at how you pray yourself into mystical ecstasy they are not my gods between you and me I’m perplexed that we have taken human history recorded long before the first words were written in stone and turned it into those myths we no longer believe they are not my gods the ones that were chosen by anarchist supremacy annihilating divine purity with their attempts to rule fearing the exposure of their inadequacies they are not my gods my life did not come to be to fall prey to the inhumanities your gods demand you may pray for my soul the way you see fit but your gods have no jurisdiction over me ~•~ a beautiful milieu Art Heike K