God,
didn't exist
until
the first
half monkey half
man
bemoaning
his fate
ask that poignant
first question as to why.
Having nothing
to do with what's right
or wrong.
A-side
from one's intelligence
every one is
born a clean a blank slate.
Until someone,
with there own personal agenda
fills their heads
with unhealthy bad thoughts.
Crucifying them or with a dull
bladed knife,
sawing away cuts off your head.
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