God has a lot to answer for though I see his point
I empathize am overcome become indifferent
Does that make me Lucifer I see his point too
Who am I to question let alone judge
Prideful fallen we are all Lucifer’s descendants
We dwell willingly in a house of his making
Together we turned paradise into a prison
We are all prisoners and we are all warders
We did not build this place but we must inhabit it
The freedom we seek is the freedom we deny ourselves
We remember nothing of our personal history before birth
And death is the end of the story we’ve told ourselves
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who is this God you speak of?
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I can’t answer who god is. I can only speak to the question of what we perceive god to be.This poem addresses the idea that the answers we find only reflect ourselves and our all too human conceptions of a god.
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Very good
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Thank you!
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Sensation ends precisely as eternity begins
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Excellent. Thanks.
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