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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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Cael Adams

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