Worshipping Nothing

[vulture]

Once upon a time he claimed to be a priest
in the unhallowed Church of Lucifer
adroit in the the dark rites and rituals
associated with his most unholiest Beelzebub

Next he was certain he was a Wiccan child of nature
then he was for sure a questing lone agnostic
these days he's quoting scripture skillful
as a Baptist preacher summoning hellfire

Who am I to judge sitting here worshipping nothing
it is my own experiences with life's joys and travails
that led me here of my own accord to seek accord
with nothing more nor less than you them and me

We are the gods we seek we are the gods we do not seek-human

[phantasm]

Uh oh, did you lose your net connection? Looks like it's unfinished.

[darkness0within]

We all live through life making our own mistakes. Our path can change with every milestone we encounter. some find it easier to just follow others. Some create their own paths as they reach their milestones. And some just forge ahead regardless down a strait path ignoring each and every milestone on their path.

This sounds like someone who is lost and searching.

A great write Vulture, but I do agree with phantasm. This seems like there should be more.

[vulture]

No, Phantasm, I did not lose my internet connection. Or, at least, not this time! Hehe.

I did not want more than a baker's dozen of lines, i.e. thirteen. The piece began speaking of the Satanic religion and more or less, of a person's journey for enlightenment. Then, it meandered where it would. I just wrote it down. Feels a bit unfinished, unsettled. I do agree. Like the history of humankind. Leaving wiggle room for hope. Or that is the way I saw it in my mind's eye, at the time. Haha. Plus, I realized I'd reached the thirteenth line and that number supposedly is an important numeral to Satanists. Christians, too. In that religion, Jesus and his twelve apostles equal the number thirteen. Perhaps, I was a bit abstruse?

At the time, I also fancied the abrupt, cliffhanger-ish ending.

I took the liberty of adding a hyphen. So, that the word human stands out a bit more. The moral point of the poem, is that it's all religion, of the human mind. Human. The gods we seek, us. The gods we don't seek, but others do, still us-human. No right, or wrong.

[vulture]

Darkness, if you haven't, read the above in reference to what you wrote as well. Haha. Too lazy, or too tired, to repeat it.

I appreciate both of yours and Phant's reads and comments. Perhaps, more shall come of this piece. Who knows? It feels finished to me. Then again, I'm a quirky human being.