Show your face.
My beliefs remain ambivalent,
while your depictions lack distinction.
Your script of human life may be sanctified,
but is concealed behind other fabricated fantasy
stories that promote methods of “faith.”
You stir the pot, yet the fragrance of your meal
has not summoned the nostrils I was “blessed” with.
You evoke fraudulent hope of everlasting happiness,
hope for restitution on the other side.
Science refutes your claims,
yet you still manipulate the ears of many.
Seeing is believing.
Emerge from thin air with all your “power.”
Reveal your existence,
are you Jesus, Muhammad, Buddha,
or merely Santa Clause?