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At Last

God is dead.
Fell from Heaven and burned his head.
I heard a yell.  
Way down in Hell.
I looked around.
Free men standing,
Godless, fearless, mortal,
Full of selfishness and 
Self-interest, self-respect,
Loving life,
Feeling it swell their minds and bodies,
Exulting in the fact
Of independent individuality.
Yes.
At last, man is free.

Look at me.
I am the light, 
Not the Christian night,
Nor the Jewish night,
Nor the Moslem night.
I am the light of Reason.
I am the light of Reality.
I am the light, the only light,
Of man's soul.
I am your self.
Spurn it, damn it, deny it,
Live totally selflessly,
I am still your self.
Flick it on,
Be the dawn.

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  1. Date: 4/6/2009 4:20:00 PM

    wrong wrong wrong. the only real freedom comes from Him who you seek to destroy. He made hell and keeps it burning, and He is the light. what did you do to SATAN is he on the throne now? woe is you, woe is you, woe is you. >_<

  1. Date: 4/6/2009 2:23:00 PM

    An ode to non-denominalization... very well done Brian! Best wishes, Keith (PS re: Postscript - I still like 'adrift' but I took your suggestion and changed it to 'in shades of misery;' it picks up 'fading' in line 2 and extends the long 'a' assonance... thanks!)