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amen

there is no GOD, and I am his prophet.

don't shove your religion down my

throat.

there is no GOD.

to believe in GOD is wishful thinking.

i don't need a boss man

breathing down my neck,

but you must.

you better harden up.

 

i believe

that you shouldn't believe

in anything, and I believe you

ought to harden up.

 

face facts.

get real.

it's a raw, dog eat dog world out there

and it's us against them.

you have to be able to

face the cold truth of it all.

life's just what happens

between the maternity ward

and the crematorium.

 

hear me brother,

this is my sermon:

there is no GOD

and I am his prophet.

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ryan-pemberton
Australian
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Sep 24, 2012
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