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I Am Afraid Of Death. I Believe Nothing, And Therefore Like Many Who Believe Nothing I Must Make Something, And That Something Is The Meaning Which I Give My Life.

Dear God, Help Me. Do Not Forget Me On This Tiny Cinder Lost In A Galaxy That Is Lost–a Heart No Bigger Than A Speck Of Dust Beating, Beating Against Death, Against Meaninglessness, Against Guilt, Against Sorrow.

And What Constitutes Evil, Real Evil, Is The Taking Of A Single Human Life. Whether A Man Would Die Tomorrow Or The Day After Or Eventually... It Doesn't Matter. Because If God Does Not Exist, Then Life... Every Second Of It... Is All We Have.

I Have To Move Away From Organized Religion. The Toxic Confusion And Anger I Was Feeling In Church Had Become Too Great.

Don't Be A Fool For The Devil, Darling.