Shame me, blame me.
Berate me, belittle me.
Hate me, spite me.
Slay me, burn me, stake me; if you so wish.
Find me kneeling at the alter of science, you will.
Shroud facts under heavy blankets of symbolism.
Mystify truths to cloud our sapience.
Call me faithless and a pariah.
To my outcry for common and uncommon sense.
Faith is incredible and hope is powerful.
But they are only shiny mirages, our paths we must forge.
Women and men of science, cursed as they are.
Wretched lives they lead; to deliver us our extravagant, extended and easy lives.
Clap we may, make noise we may. Thank we may, and light lamps we may.
I only hope the tireless tyrants of science and reason do not abandon our symbolic arses at this mockery and go home to rest.
For the Gods might be busy, or couldn’t care to save our lazy, bickering, whiny, pitiful selves.
Till next time