No Hitchens, nor Dawkins … ‘Olay’ cream or ‘Wild man’

Let us heave
those sittings
in totality, that
plat a silent form,
the unbecoming of
thoughts and its imagery;
sipping netarine faith
in truer understanding of His love:
The merger of me, and
His divinity into mine

No Hitchens, nor Dawkins
drew any reason, to faith;
neither Khuswant or Russel
had any repo with practical atheism

Count not, my leather skin
in beauty by ‘Olay’ cream;
with ‘Wild man’, the bear conditioning dream.
All beauty, sag
bearing the brunt of time

The parody is explicitly
a flaw, a crack;
into His divine will

No Hitchens, nor Dawkins …

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