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No God

If I could spill my soul onto the floor or a skillet let my heartbeat liquid and spell out a creation song I would yell, yell, yelp! Yelp, about my unfolding self and just how magnificent I have become because Jesus Christ, Krishna, Muhammad, told me something beautiful and that fragile bubble which protected me, myself burst into reality and me just I may not my self and I crumble to the science of no God without proof. POOF! Dean Walker

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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