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To God ©

John C Gillies
Edinburgh, Scotland
1989

Where are you man? We need help
from man's master plan.
They intend to be you, God.
The chosen have all been picked.
We were sold the dirty trick, now the time is coming quick.
They intend to leave this earth, and look for life elsewhere.
And live on another planet, somewhere out there.
Just ask them why they leave us here to die.
God, our earth is dying! Now we could do with your help.
So if you could spend some time here,
we would all stand with you.


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