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Three hundred and fifteen thousand years
We've searched and search and search;
To no avail, we source the rivulets with our tears
As we carry our carcasses to the holy church
With bitten tongues, spitting unanswered prayers,
Baptized in ignorance, the demon that curse our stars.

For those years we've had AIDS without aids
Cancer couldn't cure brothers and sisters of cancers,
Epidemic and disasters wait' in tip-toes, took turns in raids
Littered dead bodies scattered in the streets like rain spatters;
As higher mammals hungry for answers,
We traveled far looking for God in the stars.

We only saw these paintings on this canvas, no words,
Where is God? To answer has taken many lives
Sprouted all these religions that has sharpened many swords,
In good faith we've believed, yet no answer arrives,
We will when we would wearily whine away
Not just in sleep but into extinction someday.

To turn the dire fate, conflict stirs and steer,
Everyone wants to shade light to what is wrong or right,
But you steer the bow and arrow before the deer
Or the hunting tide waits till the end of the night.
But isn't God every prostrating plantain tree with fruits,
Or every pregnant tree with pollen that shoots?

To horn the tidings in a faster magnitude,
Yesterday I found God in a humbler attitude.
On a wooden chair dispensing life through her tits
Had a baby in hand sucking her flaccid breast
In glee she caress his wooly hair, what life she knits;
Selflessly at her expense, she's ready to rest.

She fades without complain so another can glow
What pleasure and peace I found in such jocund show.
I found God in every girl destined a mother
I found God in Bibiana, I found God in Joyce
So when you raise a finger to hit a wife or sister,
Remember harassing and hitting God is a choice.

Style / type: 
Structured: Western
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Last few words: 
While humanity waste time in religion in the quest to find God, I found God in Motherhood, in Fertility, in the female gender. There is no God outside of a woman. For God is a woman.
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Ill go back to work


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