The Unholy Indoctrination

The Mourning And The Morning

While man can still his body keep
Wine or love drug him to sleep
Waking he thanks the Lord that he
Has body and its stupidity,
But body gone he sleeps no more
And till his intellect grows sure
That all's arranged in one clear view,
Purse the thoughts that I pursue,
Then stands in judgment on his soul,
And, all work done, dismisses all
Out of intellect and sight
And sinks at last into the night.

And then God kept a violent silence,
And man did quiver and thirst again,
For when the heavens break forth, erupted
Thy dying breath shall quit itself
And all will perish in one deft strike
And the hatred of God will live, suspended.