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Jul 2020
“Bound by banks of time, a zillion years had passed before you and a zillion years yet to come; but in this timeline, we never met a GOD as he is a cup of delusion and so don’t fear the sacrilege, if you decide not to drink from that cup since bustle of civilization thrived without him and will continue.” After the speech I silently retired to my room and bowed.

scuttled the true faith
and celestial opulence -
I beg Your mercy.
Written by
Jenish  39/M
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