Atheist Saint
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Blending the 21'st centrury with hate
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Post by Atheist Saint on Jun 14, 2006 2:06:13 GMT -5
I strut through the the forest Holding my child in my arms Gazing at the endless green Admiring the trees and bushes Elegant in their beauty Unique in their existence I look at my child He looks just like me He acts just like me He even smells just like me I kiss him on the forehead And he giggles at me I stop and sit next to a mountain's summit Staring out I see a beautiful field Lines of trees standing tall The birds building nests and singing My child coos and smiles, as I indifferent We are alike and different in everyway I was so tired that day I set up a tent to reside in I put my baby in his baby seat And I laid myself down to sleep I dreamt I was strapped in a chair Watching my slumbering father I awoke with my child And we walked to the flowing stream There were deer drinking from spring But they soon fled as we approached I washed my face with the streams water My child turned into vapor and vanished
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