Whose God is it anyway?

Why do humans worship?

They worship for money and for health
to keep hope alive
and their families well

They worship to belong
they worship to sing songs 
they worship because their days drag on and on

They worship for comfort
they worship for peace
they worship because they're already down on their knees

They worship so they don't have to feel all alone
They worship because it's all they've ever known

They worship to know
they worship to forget
they worship because they lost some odd bet

They worship because they know
They worship because they don't
They worship because they cannot forget

but what happens when
They worship out of control?
They worship something
that isn't quite old

They worship something
thought of by men
and carefully crafted
by the works of human hands

they worship something bigger than us
the sum of our knowledge
The weight of our trust

They worship an idol
crafted from human gold
because it looks really shiny
and even does what it's told.


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