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I could not find a heaven
Nor an excuse for even Hell
All I was able to find
Were the cutters lying
Saying I don't even when they do

The stars are vicious beasts
As seen from miles away
They would incinerate you
If they could
They would , and do

So when man looks
Into the nightime sky
Asking all kinds of questions why
Searching for the truth is elusive
When  inside him it's denied

So I will cross the proverbial bridge
Over the trickle of a creek
Standing on both
Sides now
I'll think I'll take a leak .

— The End —