All their gods never seen,
Like infants shy in the extreme.
Bouncing beliefs like a holy ball,
Against their pseudo-sacred wall.
I think of their God and imposter Pope,
Astonished by their childish hope.
They’re their God’s soldiers, loyal, brave,
But needing a heaven to avoid the grave.
So afraid to die
They’ll accept a two-millennium lie.
Live free, live happy, live well
Because there is no heaven, no hell.
There is no life after death.
Life ends with your last breath.
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