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Man-made God


This man-made God, 
the politically-aware one. 
With pockets deeper than Rockefeller,
hungry for the change in your pocket.
,the 21st century alpha omega
he doesn't give his followers a book or ask for prayers,
 uses "likes" as a criteria for your piety. 
This new god that is so dynamic, ever-changing,
politically correct. 
he sits on boardrooms and lobbies for peace and blessings; 
accustomed to luxury. 
flies in jets and gives his love to the highest bidder.
forgiveness is auctioned, conscience-free.

he, the one whom oppresses women and rapes little boys,
pro-bloodshed; 
and depending on what he is selling, 
hell is conditional, on whether you're buying what he is selling. 
safe, as long as you can afford his heaven.
This god, the one whom insists you show-off how charitable you are on Facebook,
this Instagram god, 
the one who sitting with his diary, 
writing the names of those who scrolled past without giving him a like. 
This fancy deity, that is a PR god; whose name you can use in vain,
because publicity sells more than eternal life; 
his miracles; buy 2 get 1 free.   

this man-made god; a god made in man's image. 

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