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MESSING WITH MY HEAD part 1

Fantasy or reality?
What is the probability?
Do we really need a god above?

Only the grave can lead you to nirvana
The portal of righteousness is dank and dreary
Imbued with suspect philosophy

Divinity masks’ a control streak
It lambasts all who do not conform
Rituals must be prostrated to
Your individuality has no value

Saints are far away
Sinners all around
Books violently expound
The glory of the after death crown

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Evrod Samuel

I don't disbelieve got ..I disbelieve that he is outside of me .. no sense having a god if he doesn't favour me or look like me or is based on concepts that I am intimate with.. otherwise he a tyrant ....

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