God is Dead

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28732
United States
35° 26' 21.6852" N, 82° 27' 13.0032" W

A concentrated vessel
A cancerous Cell
I am stuck in this generc Hell

I don't know who I am
I was dead from the start
Truth is I was born without a heart

All these people are broken
Their minds are voids to be filled
This world is a gas chamber where people are killed

An object to be mocked
A concept for us to enjoy
His morals were just there to destroy

We have forgotten about God
He was never there
His fairy tales were comforting in books to be read

Our minds evolved from children
We are not pigs in the mud
The concept of God lies in blood

A happy oblivion
We are all to be doomed
The only thing that watches us is the dolesome moon

We took care of ourselves
God wasn't someone to admire
My mind will soar while my body is on fire

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