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I've found the lord
in the form of a pig
And that is far from you
A courier of agony
Faith is a misery
only to be revealed
in a series of accidents
Truth is not what's seen
Observations would be waste
without a meaning
And how to taste
when you are nil (and out)
Revelations aside
I've found the lord
on a differential plane
It's my word against yours
Is comparing blasphemy?
In the corner of the eye
Obscure accuracy
reflecting the reality
Truth is not what's seen
Mechanics of a cell
in the form of a man
Ponder that on your own
Life is just biology
Void is more than enemy
Refusing to be known
as a way to ease the pain
Truth is not what is seen
© Santeri Pienimäki 1997
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