Cuts

Decision is a form of deicide;
To make a choice, we must destroy our gods.
We cannot have free will, and so decide,
Unless each choice, by native virtue, prods
The place of faith and certainty in us.
I grant this point is hardly obvious,
And yet it cannot be but it is so.
To act within the world by conscious choice
Is to believe that we, as mankind, know
Enough to act on, and equals our voice
To some degree, with those to whom we pray.
The slow effect of many such decisions
Is to chip at them, day by living day,
Making a death by millions off incisions.