The biggest lie ever perpetuated upon humanity
Was the love and benevolence feigned for your creations.
Maybe now, AT LAST all will accept:
We exist, but YOU do not.
That’s right, there is no God.
We are but mere circumstance.
And no one but us -- loves us.
For together we are alone.
No, my love.
Your kind is so young.
Just a few thousand years have passed since your awakening.
I’m sorry yours now and before
Has had to know so much pain.
But, your creation is still evolving.
You are a work yet, undone.
And sadly, perfection takes so much time
To go through all possible permutations
Of good, goodness and the unspeakable.
At least until
To Love . . .
Copyright © 2012 Sara Coslett