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Jan 2012
Is it wrong to be a skeptic with a vengeance?
My super power's logic with a twist
Like a cold dagger drawing warmth from your heart.
No poison until you finish your vegetables.
I hope your afterlife is as pleasant as you say,
But how could it be with you there?
My faith is chemical induced, like yours,
Only I have better drugs.
Skeptic Tank
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Skeptic Tank
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