The God's Delusion

Asmall piece of thrown away paper draws the attention, Insults fly and make the dry mouth tremble The weight of words in thoughts are inconsistent and heavy God is tired and bored with paradise and it is us whom he envies- Busier actions,swiftly moving time do not see our feelings We live and we are still living,not knowing the meaningful... Transient as everything is,we hope to survive and the hope dies; The personal world is exhausted and the other world,virtual carries the SHE, God is tired of paradise and it is us whom he envies.

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