Reptiles And Roses

 So crystal clear it is to me
That when I die I cease to be,
All else seems sheer stupidity.


All promises of Paradise
Are wishful thinking, preacher's lies,
Dogmatic dust flung in our eyes.


Yea, life's immortal, swift it flows
Alike in reptile and in rose,
But as it comes, so too it goes.


Dead roses will not bloom again;
The lifeless lizard writhes in vain;
Cups shattered will not hold champagne.


Our breath is brief, and being so
Let's make our heaven here below,
And lavish kindness as we go.


For when dour Death shall close the door
There will be darkness evermore;
So let us kneel in prayer before

Each day and let our duty be
To fight that mankind may be free .
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There is our Immortality.

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