A question about prompts and thoughts I get when I look up towards the sky…

When I look towards the sky…

I’d like to talk to G0d,
But the sky’s empty.

I’d tell him how they fear his name during the day,
When the sun’s up,
Just above their heads,
But as soon as it sets,
They come out of their veils of fear and shyness..

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They skilfully remove their masks,
And show their real faces,
Those which can’t be faced without covering one’s eyes,
Or having to spit something out of your mouth like when you taste something distasteful…

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These veils,
Cover the horrors they show to their victims,
By lacing someone’s drink,
Or abduct them up as they’re returning home to their safe haven—

But no,
They had some other plans on their minds…

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As soon as they are done with the bodies alive or not that they caught,
They throw them out,
Dispose of them as waste and leave them to rot,
Or die as a consequence of their actions…

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The very next morning,
They pick their masks and wear them;

To cover themselves up in a veil of deceit—

A material that makes them immune to the normal eye,
But—

On seeing within,
Deep within their cold, soulless eyes,
As they sing praises of almighty’s name,
Or go to place of worship above and beyond,
Only to show their humble nature—

A game of deceit they play with him;

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He who knows all about them,
And what they do when they think they’re not being watched,
But—

As soon as the sun sets,
The real version of them pops out…

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I’d talk to G0d,
And tell him about his creations,
But,
When I look up,
The sky is empty—

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The sky is all empty, because we buried his concept and anything that relates to him when we first decided to lift our veils…