What is the value of a soul?
Something I cannot see but is clearly weighted.

Am I to be a slave to a God unknown, to laws forgotten?
or should I be a prisoner to a Devil who delights in suffering?

Yet I suffer still with little regard to eithers supposed doings.
I just exist, with no reason, with no thought, empty like a program, just made to run, just lines of code, just ones and zeros.