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to a beginning no one has dug far enough or searched their souls long enough nor has been ever a man who lived as long as Moses, or caused more  doubts than Mephistopheles. Don't get me wrong, I am religious, in a vaporous way, I see apples as figs and floods as myths. Reminisces cloud my atheistic thoughts. Day to day according to the sun shines or cloudiness. And steam rises from my breath, at times. When I feel so alone, and coldness closes around, I doubt  my doubts. I seek God to speed healing when a loved one is in need. I am first off, an honest hypocrite. I would sell my soul for Peace. I see the new day, sometimes, kneel down in prayer. My question remains as I say, Amen, for what. And to whom?
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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to a beginning no one has dug far enough or searched their souls long enough nor has been ever a man who lived as long as Moses, or caused more  doubts than Mephistopheles. Don't get me wrong, I am religious, in a vaporous way, I see apples as figs and floods as myths. Reminisces cloud my atheistic thoughts. Day to day according to the sun shines or cloudiness. And steam rises from my breath, at times. When I feel so alone, and coldness closes around, I doubt  my doubts. I seek God to speed healing when a loved one is in need. I am first off, an honest hypocrite. I would sell my soul for Peace. I see the new day, sometimes, kneel down in prayer. My question remains as I say, Amen, for what. And to whom?
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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