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God put a pen in my hand.
He put paper in front of me.
He breathed consciousness into me
So that I might live
To create.
And the first letter I wrote
Said, “God doesn’t exist.”
So he stepped back and said,
“So let it be.”
And he went.
Always there
When I need him most.
Never there when I want to see him to be able to believe in him.