[edit] A Prayer

And now, an act of worship,
The voice on the radio stated,
But I did not feel worshipful,
Only nauseated.

To thee, 0 Lord,
Created by man in his own image,
I cannot bend the knee.
Too dark with blood thy trail,
I will not worship thee.

0 God of love sustained by hate,
'Tis time to end thy span.
Begone, thou hast stayed too late,
I cannot bow to thee:
My only prayer is to man
To set himself free.