88/365: The Devil's Work

I figure if it turns out
that there's a capital-G God,
he's not going to be too bothered
by the weirdo ideas I had
in this humble, meaty body.
So what if I didn't believe in him.
We are too tiny
to go to Hell forever.

But, then, I'm an atheist,
so this poem is probably the Devil's work, anyway.

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