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stars explode
everywhere I can see
And we are all made
Of dust and we all turn to dust
Eventually, sooner
than this clock will stop
Probably
The voice of god
Is inside my head
I strain and I cannot hear
Correctly
All of the time
The question is
Simply
Where the deficiency lies
To die, to vanish, to never have been
Or something else
Well, the fear that comes in waves
Wont change the answer
Anyway
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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