The Fatherless Children of Chance
Born of good luck and happenstance
Alone in the wide universe
Alone and alive without blessing or curse
To do and be done as they might
Without a reason or wrong or a right
And reason's alright as it goes
And for all that I do, I've got one of those
But there's no reason for reason at all
It's dog eating dog or the last one to fall
In the end were all the dust that we came from
And meanings mean nothing without explanation
And there's no judge who can cast judgement on me
I proclaim him a myth and I find him unworthy
Go give account to the sand
Go return your body back to the land
You can take this down as verbatim
There's no God, but Oh, do I hate him
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