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'' The Final Outcome Is Death ''
Is life a gift?
Where you do your shift,
While being watched over by your creator,
Heaven beckons if you don't cause a rift,
If evil the reward is Hells crater.
Having free will,
Is a bitter pill,
If gives the Gods an excuse,
If for life's challenges you don't have the skill,
Ultimately you will suffer abuse.
Refuse Gods rule,
He'll say you're a fool,
Then hit you with eternal damnation,
No forgiveness is his dastardly tool,
He lives by the code of dictation.
Freedom of choice,
Where you don't have a voice,
Is not only cruel it's uncaring,
No one should ever be forced to rejoice,
The whole concept is so overbearing.
Believing in a God,
Whether real or fraud,
One so powerful needs our hard cash?
Living in splendour I find really odd,
Would a deity really need to be flash?
The creator of all,
Having a ball,
Is not only sick it's uncouth,
Could destroying his creations really enthral?
Are we really that scared of the truth?
We are easily conned,
So what is beyond?
After we take our last breath,
Before you go the truth will have dawned,
' The Final Outcome Is Death '
Where you do your shift,
While being watched over by your creator,
Heaven beckons if you don't cause a rift,
If evil the reward is Hells crater.
Having free will,
Is a bitter pill,
If gives the Gods an excuse,
If for life's challenges you don't have the skill,
Ultimately you will suffer abuse.
Refuse Gods rule,
He'll say you're a fool,
Then hit you with eternal damnation,
No forgiveness is his dastardly tool,
He lives by the code of dictation.
Freedom of choice,
Where you don't have a voice,
Is not only cruel it's uncaring,
No one should ever be forced to rejoice,
The whole concept is so overbearing.
Believing in a God,
Whether real or fraud,
One so powerful needs our hard cash?
Living in splendour I find really odd,
Would a deity really need to be flash?
The creator of all,
Having a ball,
Is not only sick it's uncouth,
Could destroying his creations really enthral?
Are we really that scared of the truth?
We are easily conned,
So what is beyond?
After we take our last breath,
Before you go the truth will have dawned,
' The Final Outcome Is Death '
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`` The Final Outcome Is Death ``
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