This is my justification for why I get out of bed each day, why I choose to put one foot in front of the next.
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I know, my friends, that God was simply fashioned
For Man to explain how his form was spun,
But I thrive now on some kind of god’s compassion,
Whether there are ninety-nine or one.
See, it’s humans who domesticated cattle,
But it’s God who made the mountains and the sky.
And they say it’s God who leads us into battle,
But I choose not to believe those kinds of lies.
I’ve had time to think about it long and hard,
And that’s not my kind of god.
So, if we don’t fight in God’s name, then I wonder:
To what end must we humbly bend our will?
Perhaps to the thing that’s bound to pull us under:
White gold, black gold, diamonds, dollar bill.
We all face some measure of confusion
Or lose a friend somewhere along the line.
To cope with pain, we foster grand illusions.
You choose yours and I’ll look out for mine.
I’ve had time to think about it long and hard,
And I find strength in God.
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