In this hand my skin is filled with a symbol of our human guilt.
This symbol we are taught to see with eyes of reverence and jubilee.
This symbol that I hold with care strips us down until were bare.
This symbol worshipped with religous thought is simply a symbol of what we are not.
We are neither humble,selfless or empty of greed. We are lustful and sensless.Filled with petty human need.
We wait for a sign with this symbol of proof that something is coming to reveal some hidden truth.
I find this all funny since what I hold in my hand is simply some plastic put together by man.
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