Existence Precedes Essence? Poem by Rodion Myshkin

Oh, heavenly stars aligned
Let life's meaning be designed,
This Opiate, driven by your Mastermind
Had once driven me blind.

An escape from Faith was warranted,
Darkness in dreamy daylight presented,
Nights turning brighter with each passing day,
Genes inherited- like me, even a spider knew it's way.

Finished with their celestial embrace
Jupiter n Venus have since gone their separate ways,
To cosmic lies that still proclaim my blessing
Your guesswork's lame & woefully depressing.

Deities have died off, or simply been forgotten,
The few left revered, have turned greedy n rotten,
As this 'Mystic crisis' spiralled to constant volution
Spinoza gave a solid solution.