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Dear, dear God, please let me die tonight,
this isn’t my world,
I don’t belong here.
I’m a boy born out of time.
Dear, dear God, please understand my cry,
because, nobody loves me,
no-one sees me.
I’m a boy born out of time
Dear, dear God, please let me die in my sleep,
and this pointless life can end,
and I can smile beneath my sheets
Dear, dear God, is it really a crime
for any atheist to want things from you?
Please take me back to my time.
Paul Anthony Scott
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009 |
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