atheist

your splendid beauty recovers
i know all these are vitual
the projection of the unknown life
how i could believe in you

i'm the object to be complaint
lack of connection, out of signals
mere trance to reject elevations
i fail into confusion of extremity
my past failure was to believe in you

your religion to slain my mind
weaker than a philosopher
mightier than a Goddess
the postulates are the paradoxes

even i blaspheme, even i deny
i'm the exception of your heaven
surrounded by your slaughter
i worship everything in you, even to you
couldn't relinquish your inspiration

there must be a way to filter
all chosern meanless trust
the trail i have been following
is my chosen eager to melancholy
or convince me otherwise