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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Thank God, I was born, in a world of hate, and in a world of scorn, in a world that shares the earth’s beating heart, and a world that’s drifting, several worlds apart. Thank God, I can see, the people who are killed, and the people who are set free, from their own homes and their own land, destroyed, are the walls they’ve built with their own hand. Thank God, I can hear, the silenced, raging cries, of lost children who cower in fear, of that which they’ve known and that which is now, not, and of the love that has perished in the battles that love has fought. Thank God, I aspire, that I have hope and I aim higher, than most people can raise their crown, and those people whose smile is but a straight frown. Thank God, I see past, these concrete walls, into the inferno, in which the world’s doomed to be cast, in which lies the devil, who will feed at your creations, God, this world is falling fast. Thank God, you’ve given man thought, for all the might he has made and all the might he’s brought, stripped mercilessly from the womb of nature, he’s made himself a new home, he’s built himself a future. Thank God, you’ve never rebelled against man, which is why he made religion, which is why he thinks he can, subdue your people with weapons and arms, subdue your creations, your love and your farms. Thank God, you’ve given man, power, to create a breed, and perpetuate his greed, through holy and unholy means - And thrive in his brutal creed. People combust and fly to bits, parts dispersing like the dandelions you’ve made, disassembled by the hate they’ve assembled, flesh ripping apart - The world – God – is balanced on the lip of a blade. The land you’ve nurtured has matured into a beast, and the land you’ve birthed, is never satiated, but by a blood feast! For my fortunately unfortunate fate, the world is going up in smoke, and all that’s left is a wraith. Thank God, I have no religion because in God, I have faith.
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