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by Rocko Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Opinion · #1281280
I have no idea what to say about this one.
Are we not the ones that bare the heed to all illwill?
Aren't we not the ones who have sinned against all laws and religions set before us?
What is religion when there is no hope and prayer to god left in me?
I am the wayward ship, and there is no lighthouse
for the God of mine is dead.
Dead in my heart, dead in my soul, it is a confusing matter, Religion.
I know not what is above me
I know not of what is below
What is the humanity?
That everyone has in the blood?
Where can we take apart the atoms
and find how we were born?
There is nothing left for hope
It dies

And the ground is where it will remain, where those that believe
may come to mourn it's loss. The few
the determined.
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