There is a god, the weak say,
there is life immortal
after death has shut
our brain and heart
and worms have eaten our flesh.
There is a god, there is hope,
you just need to believe
and forget the stench of death
and the look in the eyes
which see no more -
so the weak say,
who, walking toward the abyss,
cling to their holy books and their faith,
who call 'wicked' those
who know them fools.
'But, everyone afraid of death,
the last thought and the void,
believes!' Yes -
believes in fear
and clings to a lie!
31.12.2018-21.02.2022
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