From a materialistic point of view

Life makes no sense,

we are born in the past,

without an offense to my intelligence,

but then we die at last.

So for what do we live for

if we cannot understand

the very reason of this life full of labor

and sometimes, sometimes a little joy?

My vision reach the end of the universe,

I can even see the Big Bang explode.

But where is the source

of all this order and then life followed?

If my DNA is a language,

why do I refuse to accept

the knowledge and the privilege

of a creator’s concept?

The responsibility is too big

for my even bigger ego

as I am a atheist geek

to change my point of view long time ago.

Roman 1:20

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