Logic is the thing that drives,
Our actions all through out our lives,
And yet we say we live but once,
And dead forever is their hunch,
In the spiritual-bank the dead survive?
6 billion on the planet now,
none borne again to tell us how?
A waste of the smarter spirit wise,
No ressurection for us guys,
Unless logic can apply.
No purpose in our paltry lives,
The mundane sufferings, disguise,
But sow n reap does it apply?
When the blind man feels the punch,
Remembers not the why,
Ironic past deeds cry,
The reaping here for lunch,