Blasphemy is the beauty of thought
Which but know we not
As it is the gem of vision,
The jewel of thought.
Those who are blasphemous
Are not anti-God,
But existential
And theirs is also a point to make.
Where is God,
Who is God,
Why does He not come in the times of suffering,
Has God died in the modern age?
There is a pleasure of abusing God,
Those who have not
Cannot feel it
The pleasure of having abused God.
Blasphemy, agnosticism and skepticism
Lead not to atheism,
But are existentially quite significant,
The absurd questions.
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