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You've been praying. I've been saying The god you called ignores his phone. You're confessing, but I'm guessing you'll be dust when you are gone. I really hate to hurt your feelings. Go on and cry. Sing your sad song. Just don't try that circular reasoning. I once believed. Now faith is gone. If gods are real, then where'd they go? Why do they hide when needed so? If they exist, they're absentee. And frankly they're no gods to me. I started thinking. Faith started shrinking. You should know it's all a sham. Your pretending won't change the ending. Religion, friend, is just a sham. Please don't lie. There is no heaven. It's all hype. You're just a knave. But it's alright. I now accept it. The believer's just a slave. If gods are real, then where'd they go? Why do they hide when needed so? If they exist, they're absentee. And frankly they're no gods to me.