What do you mean there is no god
or angels that fly with the wings of a dove
or peacock winged horses and virgins a plenty,
not eighty perhaps but at least more than twenty.
You tell me this book is used as a hook,
to snare and befuddle to make life a muddle.
You think that they’re fake and a man made their shape,
do you ever think that you’ve made a mistake?
How possible can it be that my god’s the greatest,
not Anubis or Zeus or Odin or Hades?
How do I know, I have no reply,
all I can do is look to the sky.
I begin to think, my mind opens up
and I finally lose that dim blank washed look,
do I honestly believe in Eve made from Adam
or a book that portrays man greater than woman?
And finally now my transition complete
no more shall I stare down and look at my feet.
I am proud and enlightened,no more a disciple,
An Atheist am I.