You can’t foresee the day at all
The day on which God dies
I looked up, prayed and all I saw
Were vacant starry skies
I missed Him then as if He’d gone
But find Him now distasteful
His priests, his imam’s, rabbi’s, all,
They make His face disgraceful
Now God no longer haunts my mind
Impeding every action
No superstition, no remorse
No credulous distraction
I only give my mind to that
Which feeds my intellect
And I approach no priesthood
With undeserved respect
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