Our own Gods

Legends themselves are nothing but fable,

so feeble.

Given the power to make great change and spark major curiosity.

Such atrosities,

those who bring to light what legends fortell,

for they never seem to hold truth. 

gods that rule the sky aren't apparent, 

a reason, an excuse, an explanation void of knowledge. 

Understanding dismmissed in all truth. 

Foolish, for we know that we are perfect in our intelect to never blindly follow.

Never quick to stomach the words to which we are told as fact as such as that.

Never second guess

Never doubt

What is heard is right

We are our own gods

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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