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Faith (Free verse) by Pervy Elf

I tell you secrets behind closed doors. I tell you I think that life is a bore. You preach to me like some small child. I am wrong, you say. Life is still good. God will help you. I laugh at you, and you frown. Really? Well, where was your God when my innocence died? All those years ago. Still a child. Where was your God then to protect me? Obviously he was too busy to help... Me. Your God is a lie! Your God is a fake! Will you now burn me at the stake? For telling you the truth. Ah, truth! Do you get it now? Your God never cared! Your God was never real! Understanding like a shot from a gun.

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