Atheism

My suffering was long,
My suffering was great,
My reserve was shattered,
My mind was all but lost.

As my spirit lay weakened,
In the lifeless pits of Hades,
I begged all gods for respite,
None answered my yelp.

The gods had forsaken me,
A long serving pupil to Olympus,
Pledging my life to their might,
Pledging my soul to their wisdom.

My vision was blurred,
I was slowly being lost,
The life drained from me,
Taken by the arms of Hades.

Gods punish the wicked, aye!
But punish the pure, wherefore?
Their might seems lost to corrupt,
Their wisdom replaced by senility.