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Time? It is but an attempt to measure the immeasurable A cruel trick to plant seeds of fear and doubt Into the souls of the ignorant and gullible The god(s) do not favor the the meek How could they relate to passivity When action and reaction are the means By which creation is established? Why do you sit, begging at the altar Rejecting what you are? Were you not told you are a reflection A beam of light refracted from the source? What if all creators just sat there hoping, praying For others to do their work? Where would you be then? You ask for favors without sacrificing your sweat Your blood, your tears And you expect in return something other Than a hearty laugh and vicious rebuke? You are a pathetic **** ant, human. Granted power you refuse to wield Why would we trouble ourselves to serve you? We've already given all that there IS!
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
My Dear Human, (Who do you think you are?)
Time? It is but an attempt to measure the immeasurable A cruel trick to plant seeds of fear and doubt Into the souls of the ignorant and gullible The god(s) do not favor the the meek How could they relate to passivity When action and reaction are the means By which creation is established? Why do you sit, begging at the altar Rejecting what you are? Were you not told you are a reflection A beam of light refracted from the source? What if all creators just sat there hoping, praying For others to do their work? Where would you be then? You ask for favors without sacrificing your sweat Your blood, your tears And you expect in return something other Than a hearty laugh and vicious rebuke? You are a pathetic **** ant, human. Granted power you refuse to wield Why would we trouble ourselves to serve you? We've already given all that there IS!
ishmyre-of-the-inferiors
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
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