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[...] I don't believe in god / as much as I believe / in an interrogation room. / I believe in someone / placing a loaded gun / on a metal table between / me and a door. / who gets to be god then? / would god be the bullet / or the table or the door. [...] maybe we're all playing / dress-up & paying / our tithes where we can. / maybe there is no devil & just a hundred different / ways / to be the / wrong kind / of god.