The Atrium

Atheist Result

I drown in the waters

of the Jordan River,

Resisting the baptism,

Eyes wide open

See the light at the end.

Wake up, just a dream.

Dig a hole to get ahead,

getting solace being dead.

At least I feel that way.

Kneel on a dung heap,

Collect my thoughts.

Receive riddles, and fairy tales,

A zealous zombie I become.

In the desolate desert,

I see a aberration.

It’s not you, not you.