Imagine
What would your life turn into?
If it occurs,
He whom we call a loving father,
Intelligent creator of the world,
Whom once you used to worship day and night,
Devoting all your life to praying,
Do not exist and never did.
Is there any point in this life then?
You would wonder.
Your lonely heart with desperation ceased,
Sees nothing worth,
Worth striving for and living for.
Life now loses suddenly its meaning.
No love, no peace, no healing,
No wonder and no reason.
Eternity's forgotten.
What does exist then?
Death.
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