It represents the culmination of my lack of faith: my very affirmation of God's death. Through it, I try to show the constant doubts that haunt the mind of someone who can't fit in any religion and the acceptance that happiness can be found even without a god.
Had I tasted
the bitter and vile root
that births your reason
would it
have made me
more of
a saint?
had I forsaken
my selfishness
would it
have given place
to holier sins?
had I exchanged
in an anti-Faustian pact
my fruit
for your paradise
my science
for your atonement
my life
for your death
would it
have made me
as happy as I already am?
after all
had I been
what I am not
what I can not be
would it
have still been me?
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