Quatrain of Dead Agnostic - 1232

Quatrain of Dead Agnostic

Agnostic - God as unknowable

I was laying in my grave
the other day, taken in the
skepticism seeping through the
soil,

Low, the worst of humanity
drifted in with the smell of
atheist sin sprinkled with apostate
oil.

I had to close my mind to
keep from passing out as evil
penetrated my bones so
caustic,

I fell asleep before the devil
performed moral surgery to
transform me into a dead
agnostic.

Yorktown Disciple
1998