Possible

Our world exploded and God said no more
I gave you life to be happy and you turned it into a chore.
Your sentence is to float within my space
Always looking for the beautiful face.
Sinners to experience the loneliness of a black hole
To wander and wander looking for their soul.

~Chuck Hurley~

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