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Jan 2017
God
This life
Illusion
We wonder
We ponder
We chase the light that blinds us
We learn that everything is empty spaces
And nothing real
Is tangible
This life
Illusion
I search
I find
I was ordained in violent misunderstanding
I found that the only thing that could fill the empty spaces
Was nothing real
Nothing tangible
Nothing at all but god
For god is only just a concept
For what man should be
And if we lose it
We are lost
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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