My God.

Imagine my chagrin.

When I realised. 

I was made to worship:

My God was clear. 

Some slipped in:

I worshipped earnestly.

I realise my error.

I stepped outside my creed.

Imagine my chagrin,

When I see

Statues,

All over my heart.

Yes, they were: 

One at a time.

But shrines,

They were.

Righteous I felt,

Wanting the gods together.