You never ever liked my poetry

I say today like yesterday and everyday you never ever liked my poetry. You never ever like my poetry. You will never ever like my poetry that is entry to plenty of knowledge while the heart is not smart. Put the sin in the bin and close the lid because the problem is not the letter m or u, the problem is you. In the dark wood the bark comes from the sheep that you would want in a ship called “CENSORSHIP” to sink with ink in the sea. You see?. The censorship. Read this poem in prison for a good reason. Read without greed. I teach each peach has a seed indeed. My truth to be understood 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. If religion is perdition doesn’t make atheism more than sophism. Share if you dare and care about despair. Thank you.