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At raging, drowning ocean

Loaded gun and precious seconds

Torn between two reapers' scathes

It's finally time for Jesus Christ to lead me to the staircase from my body to Heaven

With the corpulent halo of Hell glowing below

No insincere, damnation-worthy death repentance will I offer

The death God planned could be no numbing lead lullaby

A life of sin must resolve thirds up, sevenths down

In the slow, frigid, all-consuming deep

But what of skeptics and consciousness,

And that final, never-ending billionth of a second?

All but this fast forfeiture of experience

Would be eternal Hell of water and brimstone

When staring the ineffable

The living, breathing brain

Begins to see all its solids turn zeroes

And his empire evaporate without leaving ruins

And what remains behind it causes non-believers to clutch at their souls

And theists scream at the feet of non-existence

Defying a logical, rational solution,

The illogical, irrational, insoluble dilemma

Somehow come upon me to solve in a matter of moments:

The bullet or the depths

The primitive human conundrum,

How to not be human