i read your story book
written in long ago times
whispered by god to men
infallible men
you said it was so, and
it was, without question
all knowing and seeing
i followed mindlessly
deaf, dumb, and blind
holding on so tight
beleiving in something
i was sure existed
all powerful, all healing
diligent, i prayed
a faithful servant
and one day
my eyes were opened
i beleived
but now im free
i know just where
i stand, in this world
this flesh
though
i cannot be sure
about the next
because
we are
in the end
nothing
kings and queens of
nonexistence
breathing for a second
in the history of
the universe
but we are our own gods
so exist, we do
in our thousand thoughts
before time runs dry
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