I recall my path. Clearly I see God thrown down in that great arena Fighting to follow with rigor I allowed him to seep to my core Copious trials produced an end Not without the pains of birth Dogged from the vast elapsing I wavered in my due cessation I won the knowledge, fully imbued That God is counterfeit and false My knowing is empirical, and tested Memorialized by a towering cairn Nostalgia for the absolute, ever potent fume Is only a spandrel of human unfolding Evolution's consequence, company to chaos To ramify, inspiring awe Supernatural anxiety shan't evoke belief Acutest sense of agency, transposed by fools Reseal the tomb