Short poem with an atheistic slant
|The unspoken, was once awoken
not suprisingly, he did not have much to say.
Softly he spoke, In a whisper, almost a choke.
"fire fuels freedom, heavenly is hell
to serve is to sin, save the cynical saint within"
by divine revelation I knew, what I had always thought true.
everything was gonna be ok, the day was saved
God had died today