In a World Weltered with Religions and Atheism
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How far can we still look with eyes of faiths
In spite of doubt and science twined like chains
Of platinum and gold among the wraiths
Of gods long dead and current ones with pains
Upheld by priests or worse. We get our peeks
Inside the god-filled spaces we forget
Among the bustlings of the world, use tweaks
Like prayer or other drugs and cast our net
Across the iced ravines of outer space
In hope of hauling in those fragments told
In myths and parables of death and grace
In scriptures faded but pulsating gold. 
A Lucifer or jossed Ganesha tries
To win us to the tempting sacred skies.
~ Phillip Whidden