Sad Labels:
philosophy
With so many gods to choose from you'd think I could find one to like. On the petition of heaven alll souls are auctioned.
Mine is stilll mine.
On the question of god all people are flattered that they were created in his image.
My image is mine.
My god is not so selfish. As to need the love of men.
Nor so foolish as to expect it.
beautiful.... it forced me to think
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