"Sunken Dread" is a poem for Atheists

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“Sunken Dread”
By John Ralph Tuccitto
 
Camaraderie is the mirage of sunken
dread; decency is just your conscience trying to break bread.  The mind is an idol, it secures your clout, contrarian shock kills the doubts that sprout.  Too late, plead and pray you squeeze through the pearly gate.  So K, the hounds of hell are a fiction of prey.  Psychosis is surreal, death sorts out our fiction from what’s real.  Atheism has the clues, sobering proof cradle's stubborn views.  May your last breath signal doctrine’s death.
 
“Sunken Dread”
By John Ralph Tuccitto
 
Camaraderie is the mirage of sunken dread;
 
kinship is not moral it’s simply tribalism that supports political delusions and conspiracies.
 
 
decency is just your conscience trying to break bread. 
 
decency is not moral, conscience is self serving to extinguish regret, but some regret should be suffered to protect others.
 
The mind is an idol, it secures your clout,
 
salvation is impossible because our mind concocts selfishly as we are heroically fragile; meant to secure virtues above all.
 
contrarian shock kills the doubts that sprout. 
 
doubts are sacred.
 
Too late, plead and pray you squeeze through the pearly gate. 
 
entering the consequences having lived a poor life.
 
So K, the hounds of hell are a fiction of prey. 
 
a rush of rationality competes to dismiss the sunken dread as a fiction for prey.
 
Psychosis is surreal, death sorts out our fiction from what’s real.  
 
God reveals which can’t be evangelized or documented without blasphemy.
 
Atheism has the clues, sobering proof cradle's stubborn views. 
 
>clues ARE stubborn views.
 
May your last breath signal doctrine’s death.
 
>death sorts it out in the end.
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