Their prayers call out
shouting to a false god,
a deity made of silicone and lies.
Their lungs ache,
their throats grow hoarse, but they will not--
cannot be silenced.
Even when they know their hopes go to nothing but
shattered glass soaked in spoiled gasoline,
coating the tops of wispy clouds.
I refuse to be fooled by these gods of lies,
I stand against the falsities and deceit.
I am led by myself and morality alone,
not by the rules of an age-old tome of manpulation.
My whole past has been broken
doused in ruin
by these false gods.
I will not let them break me any further.