Faithlessness
I do not fear the messiness of death—
The cold, dreamless sleep, ghastly blue.
What I fear at my last breath
Is total separation from you.
All that we had together, all that we knew
Will be as if they never were, not even a blur.
I cannot abide the thought, nor think it true
For such to be seems to me an ungodly slur.
Some atheists say this fear I artlessly confess
Explains why man had to make Gods.
Even so, my life-long faith eases my distress.
It sweetly whispers: faithless claims are frauds.
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