(*This is actually still a draft really, but I've finally developed it to the point where I felt I could put it on here as an exposition, to get some feedback. So, feel free to criticize, positive or negative, leave suggestions for its improvement, themes I could weave in, rhymes I could use, etc.*)

I don’t need God
To make me compassionate
To conceive of judgment
Or keep from enacting it

I’ve been blacklisted
By angry zealots
all double-fisted
Balled up and clutched in anger
As if I ran a scam
Like Evangelist moneychangers

But I don’t care if you’re with the Jews or Hindus
It’s all made up to control what women & men do
So for whatever spirituality it is you’re into
You can keep your scriptures, I’ve got convictions
And the experiences I’ve been through

Every day, I divide morality and religion
To the benefit of the human condition
Some, they call me humanist
That’s how I’ll be doin’ it
Others they label me skeptic
If Jesus is your co-pilot
Then grab the wheel and wreck it
Pull your head out of your Christ-loving ass
Don’t be controlled by a superstitious past
I got told that I was thinkin’ free
And that I’d find myself in Hell/eventually
Silly bitches, hell is for Christians
Don’t buy it, cuz’ they made it
But if you entertain it
Then peace of mind is the payment
Heaven’s fictitious, it’s as equally false
Whether crescent moon, star, or cross
Tell empty tales to tempt me from hell
If you actually had a soul, we know you’d sell
So while you lead lives inside the lies
Close your eyes/open your mouth
Swallow the shit/as your brain falls out

Don’t need your dogma, don’t want your goddamn doctrine
You think it’s so benign, but you’ll find it’s not often
Religion kills/it always has/it always will

Faith is claimed to a moralizing effect
But fan these flames and you’ll see what’s left
They’d burn down your metaphysical house
Faith isn’t great when it’s conflated with hate
So be ready to doubt/when they open their mouth


You’re under the steeple
While I’m living for people
You’re driving your creed
Like a scurrilous needle
You feign disdain/for all of the evil
when it’s right in your book
These Humans unequal
So we’ll rid ourselves
of social upheaval
As time goes on, religion grows feeble

I'd rather sleep in on Sundays
than go to your temple
I'd contemplate life's mysteries
before I kept my thoughts simple
I'd rather be as I am
than be a believer
I'm pedagogue, pundit, and avid pussy eater