The existence of God is questioned, and light is shed on agnosticism.
The wonders of god;
are not well understood
Life is not a box
or constrained to the form of a queue
I stand here after death,
waiting at two doors
They tell me that I was given choices, chances;
life has two distinct paths
No matter what was said, I chose the right thing;
I lived free
Im an agnostic and i think that this poem really sheds light on our belief, good job 
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