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Pop Tarts (God)

By Una Ada, March 26, 2016

This post was written as a submission to an open call by @ruinedpicnic on twitter (now called @punishedpicnic) for music to sing.

Every single morning I wake up in a state of peace.
As if part of the void, or an emptiness at least.
When not quite awake, life itself can be like a dream.
Like the pop tarts that are flavored like cookies and cream.

My god and your god are both just the same.
But you gave your god some other name.

Truth is, I can’t really write music.
I don’t fucking know how.
It’s, like, really difficult.
I keep counting all the syllables in each line.
Rhyming en and em has got to be a crime.
But it actually makes this a lot easier.
Syllables don’t matter if you sing wheezier.

I was trying to be super serious about this.
But nobody really cares if your lines don’t rhyme.
Well, maybe some people do.
But I don’t really care who.

Point is, I can’t wait to die.
Heaven and hell are no different.
It’s all about semantics.
And other –antics.
I wish I could play music.
But I actually cannot do that at all.

My god and your god are both just the same.
But you gave your god some other name.

Back on point: if you’re happy, maybe there’s nothing.
And if you’re sad, maybe there’s nothing.
If death is a void then it would be both.
So heaven and hell are just how you label it.

Also god is random quantum oscillations.
Hear me out, in a musical manner.
God controls the universe in a way we can’t understand.
Due to the uncertainty principle.
We can’t 100% understand how quantum oscillations happen.

My god and your god are both just the same.
But you gave your god some other name.