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Under the overpass lay Priests and prophets. Ask around and you may find God, or the Transcendent minds who, Through a ***** Needle dwell with him. Maybe only those free of society And failed by humanity; Stripped of all, even Themselves, can reach This enlightenment, And really find God. We build cathedrals, And read books in search of him. Wage war, and raise Politicians to god Like figures. Maybe we all just Need to lose our minds.
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Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 10:00 AM UTC
Gods not dead, we just can’t find him.
Under the overpass lay Priests and prophets. Ask around and you may find God, or the Transcendent minds who, Through a ***** Needle dwell with him. Maybe only those free of society And failed by humanity; Stripped of all, even Themselves, can reach This enlightenment, And really find God. We build cathedrals, And read books in search of him. Wage war, and raise Politicians to god Like figures. Maybe we all just Need to lose our minds.
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Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 10:00 AM UTC
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