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April 29, 2012 - April 27, 2013

 

you sneer at me, ridiculing

my grasp at the sky as futile

since Im headed for the dust

will die like all man, to exist

no more

 

you deride my God, false fancy,

you claim, a made up escape from

a non-existent demise

a self-serving end to keep man

in fear

 

you mock my faith in God creating

you boast a start from nothing, less

than even hardest vacuum

almighty God reduced to time

and chance

 

yet I am doubtful that your faith

is as well placed as mine, at least

I have God, you have nothing,

the source and upholder of all

that is

 

your nothing is but slightly less

than something, real nothing is less

by far than anything that isnt

nothing to grab, no place, no where

to start

 

a universe

 

you are amazed at my faith

trusting the eternal

self-existent God

as am I at your disbelief

clinging to a hopeful

self-existent chance

 


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