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Mind of god


First time I saw mind of a god, was about four years ago.The room was messy, bottles and papers everywhere.

I saw a labyrinth of incredible light and indescribable fear fell over me,
I was asked whether I want to live or leave this world.
My involuntary thought was that my room is messy and it would be a shame to leave it like that.
God probably thought it was funny, and left me alive.
The room is still messy.

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