'Goodnight' Poem by Forrest Barden
'Goodnight'
Last thoughts of a dying atheist:
'Such pain we face on this plain in which
We live, or at list persist to begin
And end; sublime did I exist.'
Convinced of limited excision
As a vital means to perpetuate tradition.
Once a sick man had a powerful vision;
god was an invention meant to exercise religion.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
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