I sat there naked
Under a tree
With my mind so sacred,
how my thoughts felt to me.
An Aggregate of cells
This worthless body
God hath not
a life like me.
So, can I say
He hath no say
In the vague things
Like the inevitable destiny?
Or shall I say
He hath no soul?
That he is the devil
- The mischief of progeny?
Forsaken have I
These thoughts of mine
For I fear too
the obscurity of his presence.
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