I need what my miserable life can't give,
Something to make it worth it to live,
I wish I could believe in a god,
But I fear that I cannot,
I want something solid, something real,
Something I can touch and feel,
The more men I see live and die,
The more I think we live a lie,
Although religion keeps our sanity,
With high hopes of immortality,
And since we all fear our deaths,
With our final breaths,
We shall strongly insist,
In a god that does not exist,
Although I'm not sure, I cannot tell,
Maybe I shall be sent to hell,
For writing this heresy,
And not believing in God's legacy.
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