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The Darkest Hour
1pm on a June afternoon,
He sat on the edge of his bed, locked in his room.
And being the only soul in the house that day,
He figured he might as well get this out of the way.
Now in his hand lies a tool that defies,
The power of god, but in his eyes,
There is no god, the power is his.
"If your there stop me now!" He cries,
He hears no replies...
-The Truth
I'd for Is?
Looking for proofs of God with a captal G is like needles in a stack of needles, hard to find with eyes and belief only in the corporeal. Live long and prosper is one way to put it, God is simply life and all things incorporeal besides...believe in that, then go out for a walk and enjoy all the gifts - Lady A