Like a female soccer team from the Vatican 

that ran away before the match even started,

They abandoned the arena of discussion,

facing reality is not for the fainthearted.

They took a chance by knocking at the door

as early as eight o’clock on a Saturday

miscalculated risk of getting confronted by

a naked, half-awake man, who refuses to pray

Humiliation proudly accepted as a blessing

Self-esteem presented to those that have not

For all, I know they are still religiously shivering 

Because a cold encounter with reality is all they got.

They ran while I was shouting “God made men,

your body is a temple, according to your own rules”

There’s a suitcase full of leaflets on my doorstep

left behind by, not so faithful, brainwashed fools.

The sixteenth day started with an open door

and an unexpected moment of expression

Proving that you don’t need leaflets or a bible

to make a life-changing, confident, impression.

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