The Atheist's Sad Reckonings
The Old man had spent his life,
Proving that he was so right.
A man of intelligence,
To whom faith made little sense.
"You live life by what is known,
Don't be foolish, when you're grown.
Fairy tale-superstitions,
Are but man's wishful thinkin's.
As master, man has evolved,
And there is no go involved.
Thus I live my life by fate,
And good fortune celebrate.
But as I lay on this bed,
Unset'ling thoughts fill my head
As my life's slipping away,
What should I grasp, for my stay?
I know that death is in store,
But oh, how I wish for more.
Somehow things just don't seem right,
Weak--but I must put up a fight!
For this life is all I have,
And I see it's ending sad.
What reward is for trying--
All life gives, you is dying?
Would to god,(What's this I say?)
As if I would stoop to pray.
...Must be weaker than I thought,
For such words to my lips brought.
But what if I have been wrong,
Finding out now my life's gone
That my soul will thus survive,
when this body's cast aside?
To me it would be a shame,
For I would be one to blame
Blinded so by my own pride,
A smart fool, until I died!
Oh tell me, it isn't true,
Eternity waits for you.
Thus to go there unprepared,
And my foolishness inbred!
Non-existence, curse the thought,
Would be thus a better lot
Than to face a god denied,
Condemned for my foolish pride.
Yet, if I could recover,
Perhaps I would discover
I knew far less than I thought,
O god, let me so be taught.
Thus the folly of my days,
I'd forsake and seek the way
To escape eternal night,
O god, help me see the light!
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