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, what’s in the empty set?
God seems ever harder to forget
Men argue with red cheeks and suffer strokes
While God sits back, enjoys an evening smoke.
While Nothing shall remain and nausea sighs
Let’s enjoy the madness and the lies.
How my heart sings 