Heavenly creatures Is he really up there lounging on his fluffy white cotton ball chair Sipping burban and watching our every movement Is he really counting our every fault and making our wishes come true Is he producing miracles because you have so gracefully fallen to your knees To pray for his forgiveness for your daily sins Is he eavesdropping in my private life with his chinky eyes and large nose Sniffing all the dirt that I drag around in my conscience everyday Does he want people to suffer here on earth… while hes poisoning our minds and condoning belief systems that are based on dollar signs Theres no god, Only prejudice shit talking obsessive-compulsive greedy humans who only want to believe they’re going somewhere better because we know our souls have died here Because weve fucked up our lives from the startBirth sign: Virgo
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