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I genuflect, rather, I kneel in reverence, |
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in the presence of my peers , my equals. They etch |
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their impressions in the stone of the earth, |
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waiting for their time to come. |
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And many say that God is dead, |
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but it exists within our heads |
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and will persist long after our deaths. |
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Don't tell me your agenda; I have no hope for Heaven. |
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There is no eternal sleep. |
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What you make of this life will be your legacy. |
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I will not find my way by any chosen faith |
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for this is how I was raised (despite my displaced education by the Church and the State.) |
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But I will remember, forever, the broken and bent |
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perspectives of Heaven that the clergy force-fed us. |
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The fear of Hell will never be more real than it exists in the nightmares of a brainwashed child |
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Do not fear the gods, for there are plenty of monsters here on earth waiting to birth their schemes and drown us all while we dream. |
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Don't be afraid to take the reins of your spirit's duality. |
