agnosticism
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Retroismic palaces rise from deserted sands but all I see around me is mental illness
A basket of bread and flower,
-Lexicon for heartening;
Jazz brass and sunburn in the poppy fields
God loves everyone, but even if look or smell
Like we've sin we'll go to hell.
That sucks
Where do I begin:
Shucks I am glad you see a future for me In such a vibrant environment
But I sincerely beg thee
