God is a Science man
I am so completely aware of my existence
Of how small and irrelevant we truly are
Each of us alone, yet together on the same journey
Our lives the same like clockwork, reaching towards that same goal
Transcendentalism
Enlightenment
Romanticism
Realism
Naturalism
Choose your path
Or is it predestined for you?
Does the divine dynamo in the sky pick your class?
Poor
Rich
Fame
Infamy
Good
Evil
A hierarchy of souls
All souls experience each class until your destined one
All reaching that tangible goal
The Afterlife
It terrifies me to my core not knowing what is beyond this Life
I only hope that I am free and happy with Truth and Knowledge
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