Falsity Poem by Hannington Mumo

Fittingly hallowed gods must intrinsic majesty hold.
Even before deities invoked weigh the caller's case,
The deity's potent title should alone spell the balm,
And tint with nourishing grace the supplicant's face.

Woe justly betides gods modelled by mortal skill,
Conjured to define the worshiper's creative spans.
True deity outdoes their adherent's most avid drill,
And defeats most faithful admirers' keenest scans.

If while engaged they varied ethereal trends display,
But when left alone they silent and unbothered stay;
You already got there a freaking raw deal indeed:
You're the mighty guy your own-made gods need!

The worshiped must by heart the worshiper know,
And both will ever commune as if by infallible law.
It's the supreme being mightily seeking the follower,
Who grasps it well and submits to the bigger power.

It's a fake god if it bends to suit whimsical desire,
Or at once plays into your infinite imaginative fire!