Ode to my Faith

I wait
Everyday at
Different 
Fancy
Hospitals

Amongst the fortunate
Amongst the less fortunate

For the gods
Pissed a rain of
Reasons known
Not to me

No
I won't go on my knees
I won't pray for LIGHT,
I wont pray for l*i*g*h*t,
And crawl like a blind
Slug into the
Web

And I rather die of pity
Being Man, being myself,
On a cross without nails,
Than
Watching in fear his
Divine antiques