Tick and Tock
A clock keeps time by tick and tock
Unheard by dead men couched in clay;
As holy men in global robes
Kneel down upon the ground to pray.
Deific ears not there to hear;
Divinity has lost its heart,
If ever heart was part divine
Which begs the question from the start.
No grandiosity is bound
Within a shank of crumbled bone;
They now have found oblivion
As cold as ice and still as stone.
Around Orion's orbit free
A silent soul will search to gain
Eternal promises once made
By masquerading priests, in vain.
But utterly untouchable
Are fragmentations of the mind;
They float ehtereal the air
Without an ounce of truth to bind.
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