Do the stars guide our fragile lives
Does Fate herself weave moments in time
I remain agnostic
Unsure of the spiritual realm
Unsure of the promise of eternity
Perhaps that’s why I can’t pray at midnight
Not even on my most restless night
No angel nor demon riles my soul
I remain agnostic
Unsure of the magic people claim
Unsure of religions
But I know the beauty of the material
My only certainty is in the human condition
Filled with aching pains and sweetest loves
In this false reality, this agnostic is certain
The only thing of value is us
From poorest man to richest noble
We are simply extensions of one another
A patchwork of flesh and emotions
And if we all collapsed into one
I am certain that we would form a reflection of God
-Himeros
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