We stare at the stars and declare boastfully "There is no God."

We cry in our beds, wanting the world to end and whisper regretfully "There is no God."

We go about our business, hoping we succeed our actions saying "There is no God."

While in our hearts. 

We hope.

We really want to believe.

There is a God.

It would explain me.

It would explain why I breath.

It would explain why I trudge again.

It would explain creativity.

So I really believe.

In our heart of hearts, we do want to believe there is a God.

The End

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