For every
Theist that
Dies, there
Are ten more
New theists
Born to
Propagate
God's name.
In this cycle
Of birth and
Death, every
Theist is
Dispensable.
However, the
Prevalence of
Theism keeps
God happy.
It's only the
Non-believers
That God fears
Tarnishing the
Name of God
With their
Jeers and
Scorns.
In the bed of
Heavenly roses,
They seem to be
Gashing like the
Prickly thorns.
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