The Atheist On His Death Bed

The atheist on his death bed
turned to his doctor and said:

I have always placed a great reliance
upon the institutes of science,
so physician, perhaps you can explain
why it is I feel pain,
and feeling pain why it is I fear
to be soon wrenched from here
and sunk into a painless sleep
to lay forever in death's fathomless deep.
And if, of late,
I should find myself at the pearly gate,
what shall I say at my debrief
how shall I justify my disbelief
is that alone enough to damn me
for all remaining eternity.
For in my defence ' it is nonsense
to believe without evidence,
a scientist cannot take as truth
a thing for which there is no proof.
Was it really God's design
to never even leave a sign
except the word of priest, imam, and rabbi
for they are men, and men may lie.
And now my time is almost gone
I regret all that I have done wrong
I have tried in my way to do good
I have done where I was, what I could
but I do not regret my judgement
and so to my descent,
or perhaps, ascent,
I go, but I do not repent.

Said the doctor, from the bedside walking,
that's just the morphine talking.