No
No Preacher brought me too God,
No Shaman,
No Saint.
No service connected me to magic,
No Community,
No way.
God was loneliness,
God was Psychedelic,
No Man.
No Event,
No Festival,
No Plan.
God was my Child,
God was my angst,
No applause.
No Scripture,
No System,
No force.
God is my falsity,
God is my change,
No Prerequisites.
No Fear,
No Victimhood,
This is it.
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