A conversation between an atheist, Mr. Brown, and death, the grim reaper.
"Empty
Oh! Empty empty!"
tragically black and blue
"BEGIN TO WONDER NAUGHT! I AM HERE!"
"SO SWEAR IT
swear on your LIFE
your HEALTH
your mother's GRAVE"
"I loved!"
"SWEAR IT!"
"I loved!"
"ALL FOR NAUGHT, MR. BROWN."
sworn truth,
sworn sorrow,
sworn love,
sworn anger,
sworn, sworn, sworn!
"FRIENDS,
LOVES,
FAMILY,
ENEMIES,
ALL FOR NAUGHT!"
"ALL FOR NAUGHT!"
"No!"
" SWEAR IT?"
"No! You must..."
" MUST WHAT?"
" Must believe?"
" BELIEVE WHAT?
IT'S ALL SCIENCE,
SCIENCE!
I SWEAR IT, I...
ALL HORMONES AND GENES,
YOU OF ALL MUST BELIEVE THAT.
"In a... a... creator?"
" A CREATOR. FIE MR. BROWN, A CREATOR YOU SAY. THERE IS NO SUCH THING. SAY YOU SO YOURSELF."
" No. A... a savior..."
" A MESSIAH, MR. BROWN. HA!
YOU'RE BETRAYED BY YOUR OWN TONGUE!
THERE IS NO SAVIOR FOR YOU."
If there is no God, than who creates us
who is serendipity,
If not God,
who is karma?
To every action, reaction, correct?
What was the action that set off exsistance?
" THERE IS NOTHING, MR. BROWN."
" No! There... there... must be a..."
" A WHAT, MR. BROWN?
TAKE YOUR TIME, I COULD DO THIS ALL DAY.
VERILY,
I COULD DO THIS ALL ETERNITY."
"A... a God..."
Swift white cloudly
swirls around my language killer
" Of course there is, Mr. Brown. Right this way."