If heaven exists
And hell persists
And I not believe
Then to fire I leave.
But before I burn
Let yourself learn.
If I shall feed the poor
If I shall help the sick
If I shall do even more
To reform those you call "wicked"
How stand you there
In your righteous throne chair?
Go! Do deeds thine.
As I do mine.
But I do my own just because.
Not for the heaven up above.
Without reward
I bumble toward
The hope of equality
Where people can be free.
So condemn me.
Persecute me.
Send fire and brimstone my way.
For this hectic world
The good agnostic braves.
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Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PoetryDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
