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Here is a thought, a thought of a mother that fought,
Fought her urge to shoot up, her veins so she shoots up
To a different place where your thoughts are your enemies,
A place so unreal but you feel you're at clarity.
The false world feels too good to be true, it's not real,
And the real seems it's made up you don't know how to feel,
Your thoughts they weigh on your mind, take all your time.
Science must be wrong if it says it isn't matter,
Cause it possesses the power to turn what does not matter
To something that does. Is that not what God does?
Can Science not see beyond what's not observed? And
Religion not deny what's observed and pretend to preserve
All their lies and their false beliefs, how is that different
From a mother rubbing the white on her blackened teeth?

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