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Much of a Muchness

Why am I not surprised, that’s all you are
Our god, Oh no almighty
A abstract lie in my head.
With manmade inventions
To determine your scripture
How nice of you, to reveal yourself.
When all are just beliefs.
 
Apparently, I was born to hate god
From cross to cross
Explaining shit, when right’s not right
And wrong’s not wrong.
 
What is your formality of assumptions
Your pompous events
Why is all, just “God”?
 
Why don’t we ever ask
How stupidly selfish he is.
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