All the Lost Hours

the moment s/he lost his/her faith, now tattooed on the back of his/her hand in a & burnt on the back of his/her mind, stands for him/her as the most important moment of a life that in retrospect had mostly been wasted--- for in such a moment, a flood of personal honesty comes forth & washes the face of all its ability to lie through the mirrored reflection & this is when all the lost hours reveal themselves as the catalyst for a life stolen by religion, a life raped of the best years, a life sliced open & torn of experiences that one can never have, now that they have grown older--- here, religion & only religion, has taken what it is to be human & cast it out into the fire of time, burning away what others who have come upon a rational way of living much earlier--- blame it on the way said individual had been raised, blame it on the society surrounding them, blame it on whatever one thinks that they can, but at the end of the day, this one life that will come to an end sooner than later, has been hollowed out by the most destructive virus of all & it continues to steal, rape & kill, unabashedly.