Logic, who from his seat atop my mind,
Whispered in my ear, and so a thought unwind
And I saw a lonely me, without a certain God.
Compelled, I asked Logic, Does this make me odd?

He had not an answer, to him this matters not,
Nor comfort for that matter, then angst instead it brought
I asked again but louder, yet greater was the void.
I'm alone in this world, uncertain and deployed.

I cursed Logic to hell, his gift of reason more
For tearing me from bliss, what I believed before.
"The empty truth is life, void of point indeed"
Whispered in my ear, these words I heed, I heed!