It's sad that I want to
believe in your existence,
but there aren't any hints.
It's sad innumerable
people believe in you
despite wrong fallacies.
And it's utterly sad that
faith hasn't moved any
mountains yet.
It's sad we humans don't
learn from history,
and it's sad that we are
Logical beings but aren't
rational.
It's sad we are doomed
in our own heads.
Oh, it's sad, so we've been
incarcerated this way.
But for what crimes?
We demand a fair trial.
Give us a battlefield outside
our heads and see.
See our defiance turn
into something holy.
See our souls dip in
glitter and outshine
your immortality.
See us grow wings
and fly away to offer
you a spectacle that
can compel our
Emancipation and
your redemption.