The Atheist’s Funeral: Sacred Poetry

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

The Atheist’s Funeral

This is the end, nothing more
For this coffin waits in store.
From the hole they will hurry,
While the snow falls in flurries:
Bones forever rendered cold
By this claptrap they were sold.

Hitler in his bunker dwells,
On his map tracing the hell
He has on man opened wide,
In city and count…