your gods versus mine.

your gods are weak and dying inside, but mine are 
       strong and growing around. 
yours allow ignorance while mine open minds. 
yours demand faith, mine suggest i reject it. 
you seek salvation, i just need a guide. 
yours turn you a disciple of false idols, pimping your 
       prayers, forcing you to pray to him, mine lets me 
       just speak to it. 
yours, omniscient, doused under the scent of salty 
       tears, wars, and blood and blood and blood. 
and your gods are burning while mine is just being, 
       being born and reborn with each breath. 
yours exist in sacred texts, mine in the whisper of the 
       wind, eternal.

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