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PSEUDO-SACRED

  • billsheehan1
  • May 26, 2024
  • 1 min read

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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