God, I don't know if We are hear or not.
You're last sincere gift, Christ, is a sell out
a ticket to heaven I haven't earned.
I need a lifetime, or more, to be sure.
Somehow, I sense We've been here before,
because Nirvana seemed so real on drugs.
Thanks to the folks who pray for me, it helps,
but I can't take their miracles on faith.
The only miracle is that I am here,
a cast off in evolution and time.
Like it or not, We share these feelings,
Besides, hell is a concept no one deserves.
-dp-
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