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God is Dead


A concentrated vessel A cancerous Cell I am stuck in this generc Hell I don't know who I am I was dead from the start Truth is I was born without a heart All these people are broken Their minds are voids to be filled This world is a gas chamber where people are killed An object to be mocked A concept for us to enjoy His morals were just there to destroy We have forgotten about God He was never there His fairy tales were comforting in books to be read Our minds evolved from children We are not pigs in the mud The concept of God lies in blood A happy oblivion We are all to be doomed The only thing that watches us is the dolesome moon We took care of ourselves God wasn't someone to admire My mind will soar while my body is on fire
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