Old religions do not sate.
Internal dialogue falls
On uncaring, hollow intellect.
A return to an inner deity
Is so required.
A deity that looks like,
Thinks like me.
Orisons to an inner self.
A found feeling of divinity, joy,
A sense of meaning and relations.
Begin as a human and become a God!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem