I Have No Religion

And I have no religion

But if they are just animals

Then they are beautiful animals.

My life has been

A wonderful realization.

When I’m dead

You’ll continue to realize,

And I want that so bad.

We ask questions alien

To the lower animals

Yet we have no answers

To boast over them.

We have a search for meaning

But nothing to show for it.

We have a nihilistic reality to contend with,

So it must be about what I feel.

We have a search for meaning

And I feel a lot for it.

So if I love you it is because

Of how I felt when you stood

So strongly for me.

When my bed becomes that cold coffin

Just tell the preacher how we felt now.

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