For those ppal who fought n died in d war.
For those innocent lives who were killed by natural disaster.
I want 2 ask god y didnt s/he save them.
Y did dey lose there lyf wen its nt a game?
They believe in u god evry sec evry minute n evry day.
For d long lyf of their husband, children n fmly didnt they pray? Now i no we ppal were n r praying a stone god wit a stone heart.
D only thing god is gud at is tearing a fmly apart.
For billions of heart who worhship u n made u their heart beat, Trust me folks, there is nthg such as god, he doesnt even exist.
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