Nature fears vacuums.
Moral vacuums will create
those like Andrew Tate,
who provide crude kinds of meaning,
to those who cannot
cope with modern life's chaos.
Centres are missing.
All kinds of bigotry will
rise to the surface.
Relativism can't hold
forces together.
Yin and Yang can't be balanced.
When true religion
dies, false gods and idols soon
replace it with such
vigour, venom and vengeance.
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