
A skeptic, a questioning mind,
To be an atheist is to embrace,
that nothing birthed all in this space,
Seeking truth that we may finally find.
That from the void, life emerged by chance,
Can I truly hold such a view,
That nothingness birthed all that we construe?
And chaos sculpted order in its dance.
to believe that non-life spawned vibrant breath,
To have faith in a cosmos with no guiding hand,
without purpose or design, I fail to understand?
To accept randomness as life’s sacred depth,
to believe that nothing brought forth all we see,
To trust chaos wove precision’s intricate thread,
Is a leap of faith I struggle to tread.
I find my faith waning, it cannot be.
In an origin tale where mysteries await.
To be an atheist, I would have to believe,
That nothing produced everything, can you perceive?
To be an atheist, I’d need boundless faith.

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