"Redemption before God," she said. That's what she said. I said, "I'll be right back."
Even the G-word is anathema to hear, I balk at obeisance.
Disputes and arguments, differences in beliefs, not my scope of practice.
Earnest and insistent that now and not always is the time to be saved.
Maybe I could redeem my lost childhood, buy back my life as an adult.
Purchase my soul from God and the Devil, the Church and the Inquisition.
To say that history has not affected me, just look at my full name.
In Portugal, Brazil, Angola, Mozambique, people can pronounce it.
Obviously, Hindus and Muslims from Bombay speak Hindi and Urdu.
Not Portuguese, although it was a colony for a very short while.
Sing to me not of God, nor gods and goddesses, but of spirit and mind.
Order the universe, a mirror to reflect our thoughts, words, deeds, actions.
Negate the transient, fleeting, ephemeral sensations I create.
Given our delusions, who's right in these matters. Is the time really, now?
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