Hi, I'm an Atheist and I hate Rhyming Poetry

I don’t believe in it.

That place beyond what we have seen.

The place where

I could have said I’ve been.

 

I don’t believe in it.

That place with perfect trees

The place where birds

Are at peace with bees.

 

I don’t believe in it.
That place my grandfather lays.

The place where

I will never spend infinity in a glowy haze.

 

I don’t believe in it.

That place where I’ve been told to go

The place where

I will never roam.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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