Thoughts of a Dying Athiest

I stand as a witness for all of our fates

  underneath the sky I cry out in pain

    Im calling, calling, calling your name

  "answer me please, Im dying for truth, and

Im ready, Im ready, to

                        meet you"



I stand as a witness for those who can never believe

  I hear no voice as I wait here and bleed

   why are you chanting, you fools, theres no need

  as my threats are disgarded, so are your pleas

"Answer me if your real, oh god almighty!"

And as the silence rings, I know  

    the world, as my heart,

        is empty



I dont know if Im sorry

  that your just a story

A fable thats hurting

  my unfaithful soul burning

in the wish for a cure

in an invisible savior

  No one will ever hear me

I dont pray to a God

         theres no such thing

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yes.