WEIRDER THAN FICTION

How will man made of clay
Whose eyes he does not own,
Whose time he does not know,
Who’s given mouth to speak,
Who has ears to listen,
Who has two hands to feed,
Who has two legs to walk,
Whose fears can be conquered,
Whose peace was given free,
Whose name will fade some day,
Whose life is vanity,
Who will one day be dust,
Who sleeps unconscious, yet,
Wakes, sees nights after days;
Not believe there is God?

Wildkhard [TA]