-Before I make my bed down under

If possible, Id like anyone to answer two questions of mine before I die which refuse to depart from my mind.

Who on our planet can objectively define the meaning of life and also prove to me with ******* facts that they are right?

''Faith or logic pick a side.''

They cant coincide I've tried.

This is hard I'd rather die,

Than decide which one is right.

Once upon a scary night, within the dark streets of london,
Five women all met their end by a mysterious demon.

One hundred and thirty three years and eleven months later,
No one to this very day knows the name of the vile killer.

So he'll continue to go by the name of Jack the ripper,
Till someone brings to light the identity of the monster.

Nestled within these rhyming stanzas, you will see,
The six bothersome questions which plague me daily.

Is the bible a book of real history,
Or a book of absurdity and fantasy?

Is Jesus the Christ the only way to heaven,
Or a fraud who tricked us with clever deception.

Perhaps Yahweh is just a man-made deity,
Who ancient people invented to deceive me?

Sticky white cream upon your face,
Gushed out of my pipe at fast pace.

Now open wide for my surprise,
I'll try this time to dodge thine eyes.

My milk is sweet and fairly warm,
Lets hath more fun from dusk till dawn.

Death at one time use to give me anxiety,

Thanks to made up assumptions by society.

But one thing Im completely sure of is I know,

When my cold lifeless body is lowered below,

I'll lovingly be recieved by The Almighty,

As well as his entire heavenly family,

Who will fill my spirit with everlasting glee!

Im alright,
No, I lied.

My state of mind,
Is far from fine.