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ATHEIST HILL

ATHEIST HILL

ATHEIST HILL

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

God is the harmonic of the Universe.

Mankind distorts God with his principle creations.

Nothing good can be said about Man.

God’s Word is definitive and final.

Chasing oneself for self reliance disrupts the Universe.

You do not need God to know that you Sin.

You do not need anything.

God is a choice people make to feel complete.

You, my friend are a peddler of sorts.

I would advice you take your wagon to Atheist Hill.

There you will find no lines drawn.

You will be happy until death finds you at Satans door.

You will not be exempt.

The harmonic distortions you create- will return.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Honorable Poet & A.O.M
Ricardo Antonio...

 

Highly thought-provoking and meaningful in its theme, I love it, my applause, my five stars

You do not need God to know that you Sin.

You do not need anything.

God is a choice people make to feel complete.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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author
AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Honorable Poet & A.O.M
Ricardo Antonio...

 

Highly thought-provoking and meaningful in its theme, I love it, my applause, my five stars

You do not need God to know that you Sin.

You do not need anything.

God is a choice people make to feel complete.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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