Subtle implications, some 
contemporary style,
express imaginations both 
profound and full of guile

Soothing words of rhythm are
artistically designed
to clear the mind of tenet for
an age, in part, that's blind:

"Our god is dead. We stand alone.
Humane. Concise. Unique.
No miracles or weighty stones,
no guilt, no shame - we're free."

"...will I find faith?" he sadly asked,
                     then died for you and me.