Time

by mentaly_unsound   Jan 13, 2006


God, many worship this idea, this idea of a supreme being of the universe who created us all and the world we live in, but god is just that an idea an illusion created so many years ago by a civilization long since dead. for they were captives of the only thing that can truly be called god and that is time. for time is what created us all time is what made this world this, very existence. for time is what made us try harder, push farther and hope our end will never come, even though nothing escapes the vastness of time. for it alone decides when you are finished.

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