A Poem I wrote

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Young man there is heaven or hell after you die

Keep it in mind!

And while you sit around and bank on the fact that this life doesn't matter, and is worthless in comparison to the fanciful imaginary paradise you've so well convinced yourself of, 
I however will make sure I live my life doing something meaningful and worthwhile.


There is nothing admirable in somebody who looks forward to death, who devalues their life so much that they think death will bring a better outcome. Meanwhile they sit around and probably have no actual problems, and a perfectly capable and functional brain, to which those who are actually faced with real life threatening illness and death at any age would look on in disgust, sickened by the purposeful inaction.


Don't preach your beliefs to me. I am not fooled in to thinking that there is an omnipresent force that will do the hard work that I cannot, giving me an ultimate right to not take action, the same force that would make me believe that injustice, discrimination, starvation, and poverty are all a part of some master plan for the betterment of mankind, excusing attrocities and wrongdoings as less of a tragedy than they are by assigning a nonexistent and inexplicable purpose to them from god.