God is a metaphor,
for a burning fire star,
perched, distinctly miles perfect,
to make us all human,
to make everything exist.
even thing's in pitch black live,
For history and the future are fact's,
and when and the sun burn's out,
trillions, billion's of year's from now,
we will all be dead,
but from science,
not the apocalypse.
And still people pray and their knee's,
on the non existent man,
read the "book",
for example's of why we live.
and why?
God is a metaphor
for a burning star
While all the while we reproduce,
going far back to our ancestors,
and mother's, and father's,
who are real,
'the one's'
who creating us alive.
Not a non existent man
they say,
died for our sin's.
You know,
we go no where after we're dead.
And it's funny to think,
people in-take stories
of jesus christ,
and why?
What a waste of time
and mess of war it has given,
praying with moments,
learning what is wrong
while we could be moving on,
for we will get no where,
if we keep it moving on like this.
God is a metaphor.
Move on from false hope,
look at history,
the real fact's
are there to prove
that a meteor crash
is why we are here,
and that big burning star,
way up there,
is holding us together,
and is which and why
we are able to breathe,
and feel gravity.
think, love, bring back memories,
create, and drink coffee,
we owe it to ourselves.
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