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I who have no name, I am defining my existence through your lives

For your lack of focus to create you blame Me

Where do you think your intentions are coming from?

I am where I am, embodied I am in countless of you to see myself suffer

Every second I am born and die in front of myself

Even your questions are summoned from Me.

I would cease to exist in perpetual static state — A strong will to even cast myself to hell

I am within your minds, the moment I am defining my existence even through your lies

And most certainly as "opium for the masses"

Also remember that I am your seven sins

I am those who slay, in torment I am the innocents and the lions in the same arena

I even show myself in all of your ruthless leaders

Can you heal "evil" without embracing it?

The thinking shadows of your lives, I'm also another drop in the ocean

Again I believe I just happened within the myriads of your beings

Nobody gets out of "death" dead, and every death of me is a unique art

Even your world's most despised originate from the same source as you

I dwell within no words, no holy books or monuments

There is nothing to atone, you won't awake where "I" am your god

I who have all names, am I slave to rituals, and monotheistic state of mind?

And If the masses need their "opium"

Can you let them have it and focus on your own path?

I am you who won't believe in me, I'm where you actually are in your absolute now

when you ask where I am in your time of solace

And I am not if you believe I am not

What is it that you fear? — What is it that keeps you intact?

The extraordinary view from here as you call yourselves civilized

What you can't explain you explain with words of "Cod" and "Satan" and "sin"

In your anger and condemnation you represent me, as I stand in your greater part.