all the lost hours

the moment s/he lost his/her

faith, now tattooed on the

back of his/her hand in a

& burnt on the back

of his/her mind, stands

for him/her as the most

important moment of a

life that in retrospect

had mostly been

wasted---

for in such a moment,

a flood of personal honesty

comes forth &

washes the face of all its

ability to lie through the

mirrored reflection &

this is when

all the lost hours

reveal themselves as the

catalyst for a life stolen

by religion,

a life raped of the best years,

a life sliced open & torn

of experiences that

one can never have, now

that they have grown older---

here, religion &

only religion, has taken

what it is to be human &

cast it out into the fire of

time,

burning away what others

who have come upon a

rational way of living

much earlier---

blame it on the way said individual

had been raised,

blame it on the society surrounding

them,

blame it on whatever one

thinks that they can,

but at the end of the day,

this one life that will come to an end

sooner than later,

has been hollowed out by

the most destructive virus of all

&

it continues to steal, rape & kill,

unabashedly.