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THE WORLD IS A SPECK OF DUST
DRIFTING THROUGH THOUGHTS OF HUMANITY
IN A WIND CALLED SPACE
BLOWN THROUGH THE NOSTRILS OF GOD
EACH BREATH CREATES A UNIVERSE
IT’S BEAUTY SO UNIMAGINABLE
REALITY ITSELF IS HARD TO CONCEIVE
IT’S INFINITE POWER HARD TO BELIEVE
WHY?
GOD STILL BREATHES
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