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Rays of splintered faith slip through my hands

The remnants of my trust fall through my fingers

Like sand

(Is it good for the world to appeal to our credulity and not to ourselves. Is it good for the world to worship a deity that takes sides in wars and human affairs? To appeal to our fear, to our guilt, is it good for the world? To our terror, our terror of death, is it good to appeal. But who would not say we'd be better off without it if it was an aspect of humanism, an aspect of compassion, an aspect of the realization of human solidarity, the knowledge that we are all, in fact, all bound up one with another, and there's actually a sense of pleasure to be had in helping your fellow creature) --- Hitchens

Bring forth the dream

Promise of respite, harmless it may seem

Conjure: Misleading Sight

Chase the shadows, evoke eternal night

(There are people to whom that those thoughts do not occur, who are deaf to that idea, who only think of themselves, who wouldn't worry about the internal daemon assassin or companion. And there are, of course, people who only get pleasure from being unpleasant to other people and inflicting cruelty on them. The first group we call the sociopathic and the second group we call the psychopathic, my only problem is with those who think that they're all made in the image of God...) - Hitchens

Drink in the shade

Hold onto something, as your reach for sun’s last ray

Give in to a promise of a gift beneath

The forking path will be your final stop, decide and breathe

Rays of splintered faith slip from my hands

The remnants of my trust fall through my fingers

Like sand

Bring forth the dream

Promising solace, harmless it may seem

Conjure: Elusive Sight

Chase the beams of hope, someday I’ll catch their…

Light