Without The Father Alone I am with myself in a bubble, secure from all hurt and trouble Secure in the knowledge of my isolation Floating through the voids of space, in suspended animation Fly frozen through space between worlds Like a virus not yet found it's host In nothing I fly free as a bird But no wings, no #life, no god I boast No god, I have forgotten But no #life to render me rotten Here in the vast empty space, I forever be Hanging suspended in half-#life, a viral diety Of concrete, protein coat and RNA But today , and all days which follow, I float through my godless, universal sorrow
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