Some humans have their grudges against religion,
The room for mysticism.
The Atman not being reborn into samsara
Always given more leeway than even
The periods of time an angry person
Will stop to disprove the existence of a god.
A jaded and angry atheist
With an excellent work ethic
Like that term “paying job”
Which to me was considered wasted
On a low taskmaster.
I grew in knowledge and much efficiency
And would suffer if that worker encroached
And earned said worker the title of accessible to anyone.
My disbelief is a deeply held interconnectedness:
Therefore, it is disbelief,
A gradual thing
Level and understandable.
The original answer, television
Allows for my empathy and
Is not to blame for the magic in my life.
I have an interest in, have learned that
Games are engaging in a conspiracy
Against those that believe
To keep our like believers fat and listless.
It can’t be only the cellphone,
Categorized by the wheel being
A higher standard inside of Atman,
Forcing one to come up with videos
Of understanding and kinship.
The Facebook and Twitter have made
Our private lives to humiliate believers.
The will is irreplaceable connected
To the internet, the instructor.
It has an odd ability
To personify the people that taught it to think.
And information has been diminished
To be parroted back against
The brown-red of a student’s good grades
Into the yellow heat of the hillside cliffs
Being able to take the light ash
Into the bite size gas skirting the planes
Dotted by chunks of that information,
Sparks and smoke as scraggly brush,
A beauty turned backwards.
Both may feel ill at ease with this understanding of the world,
But the hob and thinker will be first in line for conjunction.