What Is An Atheist?
We live a life free of
prayer and dread
And find our way in our own
good time.
Without a misguided book of
promises
Our world is simple and
sublime.
We love our children and our
mate
A choice clear and strong.
Our only reason for living
each day
To give love, gentle and
long.
When asked about a creator
The answer is simple and
plain.
We can’t believe in a ghost
or spirit
A god to us is a being
inane.
We do not attend a church or
hall
We find our solace in our
selves.
The books that scream
eternal hate
Are left upon library
shelves.
Preachers come and go,
Their mission to enlist.
We laugh and smile at their
supplications
We know that no god can
exist.
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