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It takes man to create god.
It takes people to consume a 
thought.
With the world and all it's 
delusions,
Promises made, 
Lives destroyed with 
superstitions.
Death, destruction.
The corruption of mankind.
Arrogance and ignorance run 
the population.
 
When will god go down?
Down the depths of the 
digestive system.
What makes the thought so 
reasonable?
Do you swallow the preachers 
words?
Without question, be 
considerate.
A little criticism is what your 
god deserves.
 
A god like yours is neither here 
nor there.
From the depths of the ocean 
to the tallest mountains.
There's no god around who 
cares.
What makes it so real for a 
maniacal man to find answers 
in something so false?
Why is your faith worth more 
than the life of someone who 
dares question your claims?
 
The god that you worship is 
stuck in the throat.
Waiting to enter the stomach 
and bowels.
Allow him to exit the asshole of 
society and go down the drain 
with the rest of the fouls.

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