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3:53 pm

3:53 pm

God isn’t deceased , some just choose for him not to exist 
 

The emotions of humanity never cease to burn as the wind comes from all directions . Perspective never was fair , gold isn’t bestowed upon us all 
 

As for God , he is the only one who can make a poor man rich . What I see and the money I endeavor will all turn to ash and with the world goes it’s philosophy, silent will the scrolls of tradition never to be read again .
 

Dust I was and dust I am . Maybe tomorrow another will question God . He will go and another will replace him . God lives on 

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