Life Without God Is Unlivable, Repressive, Drunken…

To illustrate, here are some excerpted lines from Aubade, authored by a godless, divinely gifted poet:

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,

Making all thought impossible but how

And where and when I shall myself die.

The mind blanks at the glare…

at the total emptiness for ever,

The sure extinction that we travel to

And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,

Not to be anywhere,

And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

That this is what we fear—no sight, no sound,

No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,

Nothing to love or link with,

The anaesthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,

A small unfocused blur, a standing chill

That slows each impulse down to indecision.

Being brave

Lets no one off the grave.

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

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