Rageofangels777
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Here's a poem I wrote a while back...
Life is chance, a horrid cry.
We strive at best but we then die.
'I am god, as I am man!'
that is what we see! (A plan!).
A world of any deity
is only just a lie, you see.
So the truth that science brings,
proves it is not King of Kings!
All it shows is so, so clear;
God, religion? A veneer.
Past fake thought. It's lies, old lies.
Nature is, as God he dies.
Seven; a seven; a seven.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
Man now judges! No belief,
held in one God! Get relief,
here in truth, so we do fly.
learn for science is a cry.
Excel in a time of men.
Here we go again.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
Life is chance, a horrid cry.
We strive at best but we then die.
'I am god, as I am man!'
that is what we see! (A plan!).
A world of any deity
is only just a lie, you see.
So the truth that science brings,
proves it is not King of Kings!
All it shows is so, so clear;
God, religion? A veneer.
Past fake thought. It's lies, old lies.
Nature is, as God he dies.
Seven; a seven; a seven.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
Man now judges! No belief,
held in one God! Get relief,
here in truth, so we do fly.
learn for science is a cry.
Excel in a time of men.
Here we go again.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
Seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven; a seven.
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