Heaven For Sale One Careful Driver
Wonder if God deleted itself
if i was God
i would create aliens
just to mess with believers
Stand in front of scientists and artists
as they battle art with invention
vying for superior attention
and saying
softly
i made you
If this is the practice
where is the play
never bent my head in prayer
you would know
if you were there
Never try to degrade your choice
but even faithless have a voice
hope is sometimes never seen
even in a dream
And charity passes
by
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