Defective Medium Called Religion

We hide our mistakes
And sometimes do hide
From our mistakes
But it seems to me
From own creation
Creator has hidden
Creation that is
Supposed to be based
On own beautiful image
Flawed and corrupted
May be the mirror
Was shattered
During the big bang
Creating multiple broken
Shattered images
Afraid to face
A failed creation
Creator hidden permanently
Behind a veil
Of dubious middlemen
And a defective medium
Called religion

Imperfect Image

Are we created in the image of the creator or our imperfections had created an imperfect image of the creator

Imperfect Image

Born naked,
Pure and innocent.

Immediately without consent,
Wrapped and stamped,
As being created
In the image
Of an unknown,
As defined.

Mind’s virginity lost,
Before even realized
What it meant.

Childhood innocence sacrificed at the alter of
Societal conformist dogma.
Continuously indoctrinated, seduced to believe
Words and rituals.
Follow blindly or you are ostracized.
Difficult to fathom why one loving and most forgiving,
Will be breathing fire and brimstone,
Will punish if you falter, but
Won’t let you not falter.
Why  will the most compassionate one
Demand sacrifice of our fellow travelers
For spreading his glory?
Why promise vain earthly pleasures to followers
Creating deaths and mayhem in his name.
Why idols worshiped by multitudes,
Praying for their peace and prosperity,
Will not stop sacrificing
blood of animals that can not defend themselves
To satiate their thirst.

Justice and righteousness,
Truth and fairness,
Manipulated words, victims of fanatical minds.

Bruised and bettered,
Are we created in the
Image of the perfect one?

Or are we following blindly the
Imperfect Images

Created by  imperfect us?