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Though Christened in youth it didn't take hold Millennial minds leave faith to the old Perhaps I prefer to believe what I see Though the main point of God never made sense to me

The promise of paradise to those who stay true If heavens the goal, why not skip the queue? You've clearly ensured your soul ticket in Apparently repenting a lifetime of sin

Perhaps this is heaven, as good as it gets You've wasted it waiting and hedging your bets What once began as God-like star dust Our heaven's destroyed by none more than us

You forgive willingly in the system you've gamed To the racially altered saviour you've framed I touch, I feel, I can speak absolute Whilst the gifts you'll receive you defend and dispute

When it comes to our deaths there's no guarantee But I can be good, sans Christianity

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June 25th 2020