Can't Buy Me God Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

I watched the English programme Flog it! They conducted it this time in the cathedral for the crowds of queuing people with their dear antiquities, not only even with dogs and they even know how to bark in the cathedral, they even brought a bloodied, handless (disfigured by the French in the revolution)16th century Christ for sale, an expert stroking the crucifix said Beautiful! Beautiful! The loving couple wanted to drive the bargain for a thousand pounds, they didn't buy, they offered only 850...what is the point of this? The point is what you think about this, is that only a precious figurine to bribe your future of its sin? And stuff your pockets with golden mint and buy redemption without stint? Or horror suffering of human flesh you cry and pity? Or simply god you bought salvation ditty? Performed by dogs in the cathedral of the city, Is it only an illusion of lies, there is no god, He's only naught, there is only evolution in constant revolution of the Earth, you are my friend to find which suits you, you are decision and conclusion, forgive if you can my ardent petition...