I pledge allegiance to
I will not kneel. I will not bow. Kiss the tip of your sword, your robe, or your ring and swear fealty.
Imagine the day that I did not murder my neighbor, refused to sacrifice her exalted body on the altar to feed the god with her hot, muscular heart… but the sun rose still, my hands clean. Again. And again.
Imagine the day that I did not offer the best of my wheat, meat, and wine to the god in his tent so he would overlook my sins because my children were hungry and needed every piece of that lamb to survive the winter? The sin is to let my children starve, buddy.
Imagine the day that I took my worship away from you. I suppose I should confess it was because you are no longer the salt of my pleasure but salt in the wound. It burned, then cleansed, and helped me see that our gods dissolve and cloud the water. I cannot drink that water for it would kill me. I still need you, but I no longer worship you.
And the sun rose still. Again. And again.