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"Bad God" Addicted to strain and turmoil we **** All chance of happiness to feel a thrill Juicing the brain momentarily the All in all of here and now no room left For peace or compassion to arise so Why do we feel surprise at their lack of Existence and cry tears to whatever God inhabits us to please please give me Give me something i want but do not make it Difficult for then you must be a bad god And i will not be your friend any more
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
Bad God
"Bad God" Addicted to strain and turmoil we **** All chance of happiness to feel a thrill Juicing the brain momentarily the All in all of here and now no room left For peace or compassion to arise so Why do we feel surprise at their lack of Existence and cry tears to whatever God inhabits us to please please give me Give me something i want but do not make it Difficult for then you must be a bad god And i will not be your friend any more
mark-wanless
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
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