Agnosticism
When
the
spirit
leaves its shell,
does it go away
forever?
No way
to
tell.
Where
will
we go
our last day,
to heaven or hell
or nowhere?
No way
to
know.
Your
fate
can’t be
determined
with accuracy.
Why debate?
Let’s wait
and
see.
How
can
you show
what can’t be
proven to be there?
I don’t know,
but I
still
care.
Copyright © Pamela King | Year Posted 2020
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