An imaginary man
Is telling you what to think.
And he's got everyone
Bowing at his feet.
You're going here and you're going there
When its over.
The weight of your debt
Is weighing on your shoulders.
Find the logic you're born with.
Find the science too.
Remember that we are people.
Defined as me and you.
Gathering in groups,
Discussing a lie.
About saints and angels
And places after we die.
Its all a crutch
to the failed and the weak.
Explaining everything
Of which science should speak.
Holidays for him.
And ones for his offspring
But we never celebrate
Just human beings.
Be a person.
Not a creation.
Or you soon you will see.
The death of civilization.
(I really don't care that its an awful poem. It was mostly an excuse for a rant. hahahaah. If you didn't notice its about how ridiculous Christianity is to me.)
