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Here oh postmodern nihilist the grave awaits your death wish: Life       a          struggle escape it death           so tempting grasp it              and take its era with you: Keep it             away from our church's                                                      our schools                                                                          our civics                                                                                                                                                                                and further culture. Lo, the children black as the hell they die in... Its inordinately subjective unconsciousness; confused emotionally with its ineptitude of reason. Blaming its former God, for their own doing. Wanting to save that world upon themselves left behind from such a rejection. Lest they live in a Christ so unjust. As to not know all men equally, but to judge them--in their distinction. Creation your natural law emphasizes that which we do not want to come to terms with. If only we could make us all inter-dependent biological beings of mechanization. Chain me to genetic determinism and biochemical reactions foremost -- lest my soul affirms inequality:                                                                                   Liberty exulted                                                                                   by the risen Lord: Supremacy/Autonomy © S. Wesley Mcgranor
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
Here Oh Postmodern Nihilist
Here oh postmodern nihilist the grave awaits your death wish: Life       a          struggle escape it death           so tempting grasp it              and take its era with you: Keep it             away from our church's                                                      our schools                                                                          our civics                                                                                                                                                                                and further culture. Lo, the children black as the hell they die in... Its inordinately subjective unconsciousness; confused emotionally with its ineptitude of reason. Blaming its former God, for their own doing. Wanting to save that world upon themselves left behind from such a rejection. Lest they live in a Christ so unjust. As to not know all men equally, but to judge them--in their distinction. Creation your natural law emphasizes that which we do not want to come to terms with. If only we could make us all inter-dependent biological beings of mechanization. Chain me to genetic determinism and biochemical reactions foremost -- lest my soul affirms inequality:                                                                                   Liberty exulted                                                                                   by the risen Lord: Supremacy/Autonomy © S. Wesley Mcgranor
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