The Condemnation of the Good Agnostic

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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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