Crowned by Delusion

 


Voices call in ancient light,
Prophets whispered truths in night.

Neurons firing, visions bright,
Reality blurs with sacred sight.

From Sinai’s peak to distant seas,
They claimed the heavens whispered keys.

Grandiose gods, a mind’s decree,
Yet science sees what eyes can’t see.

Still today, the echoes ring,
Belief and brain in twisted swing.

No chosen throne, no prophet’s fate,
Just synapses tangled in divine debate.

Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo

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