My Poem: A Priest Pleading With Me: Religion Simply an Organised Form of Superstition

This is my own poem about religion, creating an imaginary dialogue where a priest pleads with me to validate him and the necessity of god, even if he was missing or did not exist. (Larger versions of the photographs can be seen on my website:

WHY DOUBT
AND GRUDGE ME
THE SMALL PRICE
I SELL HIM AT
IN CONCOCTED PARTS


I AM YOUR CONNECTION
TO GOD
AND I REPRESENT YOU
TO HIM
IN RETURN TO PANDER HIS INVIDIOUS
WRATH AND RETRIBUTION
I DISTRIBUTE RELIGION
AND SUPERSTITION

HOW DOES IT MATTER
IF BOTH ARE THE SAME
SO LONG AS THEY GIVE YOU
FEAR FROM WHICH TO ESCAPE WITH HOPE
ENSHRINED IN A POLICY
REDEEMABLE CONVENIENTLY
AFTER DEATH
ON A CERTAIN COMMISSION
ENSURING MY EMPLOYMENT

WHY REASON
AGAINST THIS MYTHOLOGY
AND SEEK OSTRACISM?

HAVE FAITH IN
THE TERROR OF DISBELIEF
AND BELIEVE
IN SURRENDER
TO THE DETRIMENT
OF NOTHING
BUT THE TRUTH --

ADMIT:
DO NOT YOU AND I
NEED GOD
MORE?