Unfortunate Disbelievers

Unfortunate are the disbelievers.
Living with limited minds blinded.
With eyes attached yet can not see,
Beyond what God...
Has created them to be.
A God that has created,
Them, you and me.
To become a reflection with a wish,
Of achieving to be better human beings.
And inspiring others to achieve,
This same thing.
Making this easier it seems than to bring,
Division to qualify as if...
A purpose of life to validate conflict.
At no one's lasting benefit.

Unfortunate it is for disbelievers to dismiss,
This blessing of life.
To worship and value more,
The B.S. nonsense of it.
And doing this to still believe,
Forever they will live.
With it to perceive this life to receive,
Will stay to remain...
More precious to treasure.
When life from them eventually leaves.
Hoping not to slowly suffer,
From a remorse to feel...
Sustained to maintain agony.
And ongoing mental grief.
Pleading to be forgiven!