It was a word, worth a chuckle or two.
Much like most of the world around myself.
Incapable of deciphering real from fake; this world.
The people in it, that is.
Animatronic beings, in silicone skin,
whose name they call out, day and night.
Why, the name of their idol, of course;
whose name they point the blame on,
when they, themselves, are the ones who are defective.
Someone, who, they believe, created them,
and gave their one and only sole purpose of existence,
to obey and serve.
The one they call "God."
Ms Agent Fox
· Mon Jan 07, 2013 @ 11:08pm · 0 Comments