Age of Majority
One of those who enters the fray
draws the line at
opposition to belief in hell
still afraid
that God would hate him,
thought how very unpleasant to imagine
this Old Man, Uncle Figure,
Kindly Archetype
hating you, turning His back,
wanting to leave your house,
sniffing at the impurities.
The question is, too late?
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