I am a poet and psychologist and person of many talents and I talk weird because I don’t know how to talk. How would you talk if you were me? I talk slowly, cautious, I talk now like trying to not make any mistakes. I talk to communicate a message to you. The truth, is not the truth what you want?, the truth is atheism is a logical fallacy that assumes God is the religious idea of the creator of the creation to conclude wrongly no creator exists because a particular idea of God doesn’t exist. I would like to be in Ukraine to talk with ukrainians, be in an ukrainian pub and listen to their conversations about the war on a nice and refreshing pint of beer. I am talking about an incredibly better future for your innocent and vulnerable children. I want to help. When I talk is like a struggle to find the right words. Would you like to witness the end of the war? Don’t worry about countries and borders because at the end of the day the only that matters is your life. You have a life, does it matter where were you born? It’s you what matters. You are what matters, your experience is what matters. Ukraine is being destroyed and I am suffering. People are dying and I am suffering. Until when? I am trying so hard to be understood that I fear I am overcooking my poetry. My poetry is overcooked. I am saying unambiguously to end the war and other undesirable suffering the discovery that atheism is a logical fallacy has to be news. My poetry is reheated, my poetry is repetition. I tried and I failed so I keep trying. What parents teach their children? Where is the love? Was the Quran memorized?The true God is Spinoza’s God. Trust me. Thank you. I hope you enjoyed my poetry. Goodbye.