Without God

Without God
we are just
fleshy mannequins
here on Earth
with no
apparent
reason
all our
splendid
great
deeds
are good
as the
garbage
heap
and
philosophy
and wisdom
are a
complete
waste
of time
our words
nothing
but hot air
and bad
breath
and nothing
is crucial
as the world
worships
beauty
wealth
and fame
the recipe
for
emptiness
eating a
hole
through
the
soul
and all
the trinkets
and trophies
and gaud
are worthless
our life’s
work
void
dead on
arrival
as we
squirm
dissatisfied
and thirsty
for more
and we
drink or
drug
or work
til we’re
ragged
until our
souls are
shredded
like
a
piñata
but I
tell you
that
God
is our
great
and
glorious
hope
if you
trust him
like you
trust the
sun to
come
up