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Aug 2018
I want to meet aliens,
I'm fed up seeing these humans.
It's always the same old story.
Whole day is spent in God's glory.

I don't have any interest in us.
Loving, hating and fighting, all fuss.
Space and time is what matters for me,
I don't believe in God, there's no God for me.

Now, people call me an atheist,
that's what I hear everytime.
But I know I'm just a scientist,
I believe in what I see, my opinions don't mime.

I can make an atom bomb
And blow off this whole city somehow.
Then I'll ask you people,
Where's your God now?

I'm a sceptical person, I agree.
But my vision is clear; my mind is free.
Call me whatever, I don't think about it twice.
I'm happy with who I am, being yourself feels pretty nice.
Exploring all kinds of perspectives.
Written by
Lolita
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   Esther Pollak
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