When will we learn
That by persuasion or force
Delusion can’t be justified
By citing its source
There’s nothing supernatural
Our minds cannot spoof
But extraordinary claims
require extraordinary proof
They want to control you
With man’s biggest bluff
But the sheer lack of evidence
is evidence enough
The universe is material
No conscience or will
It doesn’t care a whit about
What gives you a thrill
No one designed it
To coddle our souls
Its primary function?
To recycle black holes
They say “Ashes to ashes”
And “Dust to dust”
We borrow some atoms
We’re gone in a gust
So when they saddle you
With tales of original sin
Take a deep breath…
Give ’em an original grin
We’re all born atheist
After all
Amen
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