God is not dead. Yet.

I dreamt of god, looking down at me, laughing at the festering old soul that could not depart from the spiteful world, attempting to break free each day but to no avail.

I dreamt of god, sipping my life through a glass, how serenely he moves as he gulps down the delectable life I have sorrowfully led, bitter and sweet.

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