We make our gods, all due worship goes to thyself.. Deity makers resplendent inside the temple of the eye.. Bestow glory and adoration to chiseled forms, icons in flesh. Sinewed gladiators battle in cathedrals called cages. Fields of mini-gods perform for rabid laymen whose screams move decimal points.. Multi million dollar Demi-gods bow to themselves, we bow to them, praising press releases.. Demure nonchalant nuns paint their faces in fall fashions. Starving in penance, praying for narrow hips thick lips, stuffed into hard wooden pews.. Uncomfortable pseudo-saints sway in place. Laughing at our hands, so mischievous.. We make our gods...