A religion of strings and confetti,
of castrated righteousness,
sacred recalcitrance,
barren selflessness.
Nothing from nothingness comes.
Obedience makes things sweeter.
Obey, and the sky will open.
Obey, and offer up your honour.
Obey, and endure all the persecutions
that come with creation.
But nobility is far too galling for me.
You could never impel my affection
nor demand my surrender.
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