An Atheist’s lament

 
I won’t bow the knee to your imaginary friend
I will not be brainwashed, my mind will not bend
I won’t read the book you offered to lend
Not written by god, by man it was penned
It offers God’s love but it’s all just pretend
I cannot believe in the message you send
My spirits not broken there’s nothing to mend
You wont take from me what you truly intend
I’m nobody’s fool, I’m not willing to spend
I’m not willing to do what you recommend
On logic and science I choose to depend
Your blinded by faith is what I contend
There’ll be no judgement when I reach my end
No heaven, no hell, no holy append
When you’re dead your dead and that is the end
Your choice makes no sense and I want to offend
He doesn’t exist: your imaginary friend