by Freeyad Ibrahim
The immortality of men
is a Daydream
A Soothing promise
Which you may believe
If you choose
How pleasant to be Adem
To be pure spirit
An angel with blue wings
On one's back
The blessed will travel
From one star to another
We are to be the Grasshoppers
Of the Firmament
And we are to see God
Well, well-what nonsense it all is
God is a Grotesk Humbug!
Fryad Hugo
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