The Absence of Gods

No voices whisper in the night, No heavens burn with sacred light. The stars are silent, cold, and far, Not guided hands—just dying stars. No fate is written in the sky, No gods decide who lives or dies. The prayers dissolve in empty space, No promise of eternal grace. Yet here we stand, and here we breathe, No chains of faith, no grand decree. We carve our truths, we write our lore, With minds unchained forevermore.