For someone non-existent God has power
To wreck the world he learns from every hour.
He is not here or there or where at all
And yet we do have evidence of Fall.
Why must men be angry as they boast,
They can prove there is no Holy Ghost?
No benediction, blessing, nothing good
No meaning, nothing sacred, never Love.
For who is zero, who’s in the empty set?
G-d seems ever harder to forget
Men argue with red cheeks and suffer strokes-
While Nothing shall remain and nausea dies,
Let’s enjoy the madness and the lies.
