I write bad atheist poetry sometimes:
Judgmentally certain breaths are left to die in the SEE of misfortune;
uncertainty a time for their demise: unhappiness for others ideals;
your life is no different.
Choices set-in stone make biblical music;
floating in a SEE of shit.
Keep believing whatever sludge becomes truth.
I am alike however no words can change directions of my dna.
Five senses arose deciding to fork in the road becoming brain cells and how you use them, by asking the question..