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I'm Too Good for Titles.

What life do I take pleasure in

but taking glory in my sin?

If there's a god that finds me lacking

Then he deserves a decent smacking.

I may not believe like you or you;

I also can't know for certain what's true.

My mind will not allow me to.

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skeptic-tank

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Published: Feb 2, 2013
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