The Duel

In this cemetery mist

Stands a newborn atheist

Even if you do exist

You’re far from almighty

Flesh and blood’s a sissy fist

Death’s a gold glove pugilist

And everyday it’s hit or miss

That’s what I believe

I stared at my polished shoes

In front of your wooden pews

Prayed and prayed don’t let me lose

What my heart adores

Are miracles old-fashioned news

No healing hands were ever used

Faithfulness was my excuse

Tell me what was yours

I don’t know how many rounds

Are left in me ‘til I stay down

And there’s no telling where I’m bound

But one thing I’m sure of

The king of kings has lost his crown

It’s buried here in marble town

In the god forsaken ground

With my only love