Do you believe in God?
You don't have to answer that.
You'll pray for me?
That's nice, I think.
I'll talk to myself for a few minutes,
Under the guise of having my words be heard
By,
Someone, God preferably.
I hope there's a God.
So that at the very least,
When you die, you'll go to Heaven,
Wherever that is.
Me? Oh, no, I wouldn't get to heaven.
Not Hell either to be frank.
I guess I'd just float around empty space for eternity,
or something like that.
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Poesía"Waves crashing against the shore Perturbing the peaceful sand, once stone Sullied by our mortal footsteps Though some also drag blood along this godforsaken path Feeding the desires of the seven seas." (Poetry book #4)
