Imagine a world of trilobites by the billions. All slithering around in Earth's primeval seas with no care about gods or devils or salvation or anything. They eat, they crap, they fornicate en masse. For millions of years they led lives of pure trilobite pleasure.
That's because they got no soul
"Sung by the man who turned a personal affliction into a recording career: Don 'no soul' Simmons."
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Imagine a world of trilobites by the billions. All slithering around in Earth's primeval seas with no care about gods or devils or salvation or anything. They eat, they crap, they fornicate en masse. For millions of years they led lives of pure trilobite pleasure.
That's because they got no soul