I am rich and full, I have need of nothing,
What ever you offer I already have that something.
So; God, go away and leave me alone,
I'm buying stocks and bonds on the telephone.
My barns are full, I don't need Jesus now,
I don't really believe in that stuff any how.
Heaven and hell, ha! I say, when you're dead, you're dead.
There is no judgement; no God, ------- THE FOOL HATH SAID!

Copyright 1993 Norman Fikes All Rights Reserved
This work may be used by anyone in any ,manner if-
used in a non-profit way to promote the Gospel of-
Our Lord Jesus Christ.
I do retain uninhibited rights- N. Fikes

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