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when a god whispers
to the madman’s vanity
religion is born

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Posted in haiku, poem, poetry, prose, Quote format and tagged haiku, poem, poetry, prose on January 17, 2022 by the blighter's rock. 3 Comments

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thereluctantpoet says:

January 17, 2022 at 4:28 pm

Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

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thereluctantpoet says:

January 17, 2022 at 4:29 pm

Loved the truth and terror in this!!!

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1. the blighter's rock says:
  
  January 17, 2022 at 4:30 pm
  
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