So you have lived your life,
Absent of this god questioning strife,
Up until you became a wife,
And beyond til now,
Where you ask me how,
I do not believe there is a god over my head.
My religion has not been spoon fed,
And when i am dead,
Which is what was meant to be,
Eventually...
There will be a coffin,
The mourners will be crying and coughing,
But for me there will be no Heaven or Hell,
Although my body will sink and swell,
There will be empty nothingness, and well...
My last use is that my body parts will sell,
To dying patients at the hospital.
Siaion de Mahorela: A Guild for Satanists and it's study.
We're looking for a few outstanding Gaians.
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