• When your lively cup is full,
    You’re ripped from a wonderful
    World so bright, and plunged into
    A nothingness, through and through
    There is no life proceeding,
    No life after the bleeding,
    You’re here one day and then
    Suddenly you’re gone again
    The worst part is the thinking;
    No light, no sound, no speaking,
    And no matter what you do
    There is no other choice to choose.
    No longer do you exist;
    Thoughts of a dying atheist