Religion In Human Form Poem by Natasha Andeyi

Religion In Human Form



I'm a slave of a specific religion
Not the ones of divine beings and afterlife
But the kind that exists in human form
In my mind, nobody can outshine her worth
And to my eyes, even the heavens I haven't seen yet cannot match her artistic view
Not forgetting my heart that religiously adores her

She's the prayer my soul silently makes because it would be absurd to say them out loud
She's the song my mind subconsciously hums because that's where all the magic exists
And the words from her voice are the scriptures I choose to memorize even though they aren't said to me

Deliver me from these chains and somehow I'll tie them back again
I'm a willing slave in this kind of prison
So allow me to graciously pay my dues to this religion in human form

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