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GODs

Faith is a beautiful thing if you're lucky to be blessed For as you grow older it all becomes messed As a child it made sense the stories and fables As an adult; you're the horse that bolted the stables Wishing you could wrap up life, with a bow Hoping one day you'll forget what you know Blame it on God or God's, if that helps you to understand the psyche behind ‘bombings between curfew’ I pray sometimes to be blessed with blunt faith to put it all down to, and make me feel safe But alas the more of the God(s) I do read, my mind does rot grey for reality's creed; There's nothing to gain No points to earn If hell exists; we're all going to burn

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Date: 7/20/2024 8:12:00 AM
Yessss. Love it. xomo
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