Under the stars of an all seeing eye we are all being watched by something else, I expected some kind of God, but alas it disappoints. Which temple of religion do we stand upon, thus the fog of confusion. We are all peices of carbon my lord, drawn from our DNA, we all be transformed into dust. Is there another world we can escape to maybe a new civilization exists somewhere else, to give us all hope. What is our existence without belief I ask again where is god…
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