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And if you read; you’d see God is not there; so you say;
This has a distinct smell of an opinion construed out of convenience
We are; are we not regulated by feel, touch, smell, sight and hearing?
Is it not a commonality that we as humans must always have the answer?
And please assure me that this life is little more than a fleeting dream.

And the philosopher chose to ingest poison rather than recount;
And the astronomer chastised and exiled for daring to conclude the earth was indeed not flat.
And tell me truly do you spout these ideas because of a higher understanding of words;
Is it your supposed above average education that affords you these predictions;
And where please tell me; where the certainties in this life really are;

Was I ever really alive and how I ask does one know these answers?
No one really knows what this life is all about;
And those that think they do; are the ones who should have doubt
And sometimes I wonder what they are going to do;
 When there cozy drams are shattered and reality shows through.

Well I have read and done so with a certain degree of extended ability;
If there is no God; please help us all I say.
The air I breathe, the earth that feeds me; -- polluted.
There is only but to hope; and God as a concept seems best equipped;
To deal with this hopeless situation educated man has brought about

Where will we end up if man is not answerable to some higher power?
If I dare to conclude I know all I no longer learn;
If I no longer learn surely I’m no longer alive;
If I’m no longer alive than I am dead;
And you-- are you really there; and are you really alive-- or are you just dreaming?

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