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Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Why God Never Dies


No one ever asks
why God never dies
Gods they once did try
so they did
and became demigods
like Demi Moore
or Athena
or Artemis
or Aphrodite
having to live forever
while you die and die
over and over again
who has the stamina
or the appetite
to bite into this
endlessness
I think God never dies
because he never tries
for he is wise
blessed with
the gift of hope
why should he defy
all that for idleness
and leave all
those who try
-to meet with trust-
thrust a side
and left denied
bereft of all
their sacredness
and bliss
Why? .

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 15, 2013

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