Eternal optimists who rave
About a life beyond the grave,
You're simply cosmic bric-a-brac;
There is no God who wants you back.
Oh hear us when we cry to thee
For reason and for sanity.
For soon enough you'll find your Church
Will leave its members in the lurch.
You've been led up the garden path.
There's no eternal aftermath.
A word of warning 'ere you go;
Don't say we never told you so.
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