Long ago there lived a man,
a little Frenchman,
he had an idea,
a wonderful contradiction.
If you choose to believe,
decide what you'll get,
make your choice,
your's to agree or contradict.
If you choose disbelief,
and find yourself in the right,
you'll find yourself forever gone,
and if wrong,
everything is lost.
If you choose belief,
and find yourself in the wrong,
you'll find you care not at all,
but if right,
eternal is your delight.
Even if the man upstairs doesn't exist,
I say that he does,
a culmination of ethics and good,
we a member of the godhood.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
Long ago there lived a man,
a little Frenchman,
he had an idea,
a wonderful contradiction.
If you choose to believe,
decide what you'll get,
make your choice,
your's to agree or contradict.
If you choose disbelief,
and find yourself in the right,
you'll find yourself forever gone,
and if wrong,
everything is lost.
If you choose belief,
and find yourself in the wrong,
you'll find you care not at all,
but if right,
eternal is your delight.
Even if the man upstairs doesn't exist,
I say that he does,
a culmination of ethics and good,
we a member of the godhood.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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