Death of an Atheist
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I was born in the Springtime<br>
In the Winter I will die<br>
The Harvest Moon is shining<br>
As my time draweth nigh<P>
I brought in some sheaves, I guess<br>
Though now I don't rejoice<br>
For to embrace religion is to<br>
Silence freedom's voice<P>
The cool chill of Autumn's wind<br>
Slithers down my spine<br>
The harbinger of death I hear<br>
Whisper through the Pines<P>
I do not stand and quake in fear<br>
Or call out to a god<br>
No more down this dead end road<br>
Will I have to plod<P>
Nothing in this universe<br>
Can further torture me<br>
No master did I ever need<br>
And slave I will not be<br>
--- Temy R. Beal<P>