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The Believer and the Atheist

The Believer and the Atheist two sides to the age-old question, Where do we go? The Believer Returning to friends And family to see So much to do For this new reborn me Peace all around And all I desire Comfort and love From this heavenly choir The body I borrowed Is buried and gone But my future is bright Cos my soul it lives on The Atheist I’ll lay in a box With nothing on my mind No thoughts of tomorrow Or the days left behind No sense and no feelings No worries or woes And the shell of my body Will then decompose To dust I will turn Of the me there’s no sign When I close up my eyes For the very last time

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