It's fun to be a group of heathens then maskmen.

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Excerpt of the poem original by the writer - Dave McAlinden and I quote-
"if I was your God,
I would sprinkle wine out into the nights, so when you looked
up into it to whither time away with questions to me you'd be so drunk with the moment
that you'd forget all about being saved,
and start seeing that the only way to be saves
Is to save yourself by just being whole. (& holding)

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Long time ago,
When I was seven.
I picked up the phone,
Tried calling heaven.

"Heloo.... Helooo...
God. God... Are you there?
Papa said mummy is there.
Can I speak to her.
You see Chhoti has hair messed up
Can't make it right. Please tell her
To come home. I have cleaned my
Room,made my bed and don't
Bother Chhoti too much.
Please tell her Okay.
Papa doesn't know that I called you.
I don't like when he cooks.
Masi has come tell her Okay.
Okay bye God."

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is often heathen in nature!

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Ghostly eternity shows adventures while venturing,
Guilt ridden life displays no meaning,
Burnt from inside the traveller travels,
Reaches the point of no return;

I left the path of easy life,
Brought home destruction, made it my bride,
Minimal breaks I see from despair,
Drowning everyday in the well of flares;

What shall I do and what should I aim for,
As wherever I see is the road to heathen,
Shall I write my will of suicide?
Even though I have none to read it till end.

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Santa-banta and god are literally same
One was made to amuse kid and another to adults

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Time will tell the day and date of my death,
For now I am crying and waiting for my death bed.
Sorrow and misery may filter my heart,
For now pain is the one that's tearing me apart.
The song of angels may take me to heaven,
For now the mirror has made me a heathen.

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Heathen's Predicament
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Sinful and vile
All that is left.
Apostatical caress.
The road
Of journey,
Disregarded.
Coerced in worldly
insipid pleasures.
Humanized in shallowness.
As opposed to
Dervish nature.
Lamenting in verse.

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I was lost, in a quest long forgotten.
Quest was to find happiness,
Quest was to find myself.
Wanderer I was, exploring fulfilling heathens.
Travelling long traverse of faith.
Travelling, to find myself.
And ,then I found it. My strength to lose all.
Yet, discover all, My Quest, My Faith and Myself.

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