Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

I will climb on the shoulders of giants,
and look to the sulking sky,
never such withering boredom,
never such a deafening cry.

I will be eagerly searching for God,
or maybe depose him and make up my own,
I will chase the horizon and play with the clouds,
forever be happy and banish all doubts.

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