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Met an atheist
Told me to prove
That God exist
Couldn’t do that
Unless he could in fact
Strap on my Skechers
play catchup with the mustard
Go back and run
The miles I’ve ran
For my race to be won
Unless he could die
In my place and come
Back countless times
Unless the world walked
Out on him, it rained all the time
The sun was in the sky
But never shined
Unless he could find
Himself so deep inside of
A hole with nowhere to go
Then wake up one morning
On the floor, gain some keys
Walk through a door
Into his own home
Soon after my unfaithful friend
Walked away with the
Picture I had drawn
