Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim.

From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek th…

I think god stopped paying attention long ago

The wish to talk to God is absurd. We cannot talk to one we cannot comprehend - and we cannot comprehend God; we can only believe in Him. The uses of prayer ar…

People are too apt to treat God as if he were a minor royalty.