April Fools: In Memoriam… and a Poem

There is no God,
No land for family.
I want to kiss your bruises,

Much to my mother’s dismay,

Be there is no God,

so why Should we try?
In acts of Adultery,
Convey to me your motive –

Your dastardly intrigue
For causing so horrid
Natural fear, to encompass

Not just your land,
But that of your mother.

There is no God.
There is no love,
But shameful attraction,

For what may roll,

You’ll find it all.