No Room for Faith ~ Monday, November 17, 2025

„Ich mußte also das Wissen aufheben, um zum Glauben Platz zu bekommen“

"I had to deny knowledge in order to make room for faith."

~ Immanuel Kant

There might be heaven or there might be hell
however no one knows what is to come
existence is fragile but them's the breaks
reality suffers for a short spell
entertain the idea, this is witchcraft

maybe there is nothing, just our last breath
indeed, nobody knows, just storybook
guidance, social control, ethics is dumb
heaven and hell, California earthquakes
tremblers warble, shudder to think, birds cook

brilliant ideas up in their songs, a draft
empties the sky of clouds, before my death

help me to see the meaning beyond lies
elves, reindeer, the north pole, and Santa Claus
ask me when I began to doubt their facts
versions of the whole truth, a world of spies
evangelical salvation message
no news is good news, gospel truth, angel

odalisque reclines waiting for the bell
reason looks past, at last, all of her flaws

theatre of the damned, plays in five acts
how angels knew down from up as they fell
eternal and ageless, bless this pure rage
restless with singed wings, burnt toast, one sandal

empty the heavens of the stars, demons

masters of ideology, their fate
in the hands of ethicists, as control
given the current climate for lemons
heaven or hell, lemons or limes, lick salt
tequila shots, round after round, all night

burdened with curiosity, such thoughts
encrusted with mother of pearl, the gate

harbors no fugitives, border patrol
endlessly surveys the landscape, in spots
liberation frees the mind without fault
liberates the confusion without spite

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