Doubts on the balcony

If I took the position that God didn't exist,
That all of this universe
Spun on its own axis
Irrespective of some perfect plan,
Without the least bit of supernatural assistance
From above,

That the complexity of life
And the ability to see and smell and hear and taste
And reason
Were simply the end result
Of the toss of a coin,
So to speak,

Or possibly the delusion of the one constant mind, mine,
[Thanks be offered to Monsieur Descartes],
"Thinking, therefore, being"
But then my being is just random
And my coming and going
A meaningless journey
Except, perhaps, to me,
And the living of my life
Might quietly terminate without cost
Or reason
Or consequence.

But, then, what would God say?