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Doubt


Is God just an illusion
Is religion just an institution?
People say the dead
are looking down on us
I wish it were true
but don't the dead
have better things to do?
Are they still a part of this world? 
haunting and taunting us?
Are they deeply disturbed?
Or are the removed
at peace in a better part
of the universe?
Have they been reunited 
with their ancestors?
Are they sunbathing
and relaxing by a pool?
Finally, free from this
cruel world?
I search for answers
but find only more questions
the more I learn.

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