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Prove it

White blank pages is all I'm seeing 
I can't understand exactly what the fuck it is your actually saying 
gave up praying
I just freaked out
Now I'm back on my knees bleeding through the floor boards 
Can't get a response from God
Fuckin typical
If he actually helped that'd be odd
Our Lord and savior ain't saving shit
I'm keeping track on my fingertips how much I actually owe an unseen entity
 so far so good 
I only got the middle finger flipped facts are split into portions
 so in order to find the truth we gotta spend our lives sorting through fractions 
deciding what adds up and what is what the fuck
 distorted realities 
differing versions of what actually happened 
perceptions are worthless 
unless you wanna base the most important answer mankind is trying to find on biased information
 shit we'll take every single souls interpretation into consideration catalog them carefully as we patiently wait for some sort of cellestial confirmation
 imagine the devestation most of the population will someday be facing when the realization must be accepted that everything you faithfully believed in blindly was cleverly assembled bullshit
 talk about a meltdown of epic proportions
 I wonder if a mass collection of minds all being crushed at one
​​​​​time will cause a physical change to happen on the planet
 could a pandemic of depression change how much it rains
 sounds insane but I see some sense in it 
who will these broken born agains bother to listen to their cleansing confessions 
wiping their sickening slate of sins clean
 crime rates will increase overnight when the invisible individual responsible for holding people accountable for their actions is now nothing more than another voice inside our minds 
purely a figment of the imagination Stars will lose some shine
 we will know that we are merely mistakes in the middle of this randomness 
the only answer we had to the reason for our existence exploded like a land mine
 universal laws that governed many get forgot
 eternal punishments people feared no longer influence behavior 
won't be long and there will no longer be right or wrong 
just chaos and earthquakes
 even though nothing actually changed everything did 
how can proving a thing we never truly new existed doesn't exist cause   civilizations that survived or thrived to suddenly shift  so easily as if we weren't here and never knew what we used to do
 all the scientific data is now a little more valid but nevertheless still always slightly innacurate
 I am quite confident that with every bit of knowledge crammed into our amazing craniums
 we still wouldn't know the half of it people would still be unpredictable and do shit just for the hell of it 
would love leave us and the idea that those who are just and good will always be victiorus vanish without a trace allowing evil and hate to take its place
 what difference would it make 
the grand design we wholeheartedly believed in was a fairy tale that seemed to fit fairly well how the fuck did someone get that to stick it sure as hell seems like a hard sell can we find a balance together once again and rise up 
or will we fall like Bible sales
 I guess time will tell how we choose to move into the future
 and leave our history
 humans should all give themselves a pat on the back
 the fact that we made it this far proves we can adapt
 there's only one way to go now
 we can't go back
 how can this not simplify tbe way we understand ourselves and each other
 we removed the oldest and most common form of heated disagreements
 responsible for nearly every war but we're stupid as fuck it won't be long before we find something new that's not worth dying for

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