Wow, it has been a long day. So nothing new today, but one that has been on my mind recently, what with Rock Beyond Belief coming up, and the Reason Rally, and the Global Atheist Convention, and more, and because just so damned many believers telling me what I must, as an atheist, believe.
My faithful friends were wondering,
And I was wondering, too,
When atheists get together—
Just what all do they do?
They have no common purpose,
And so I find it odd,
To think they join together
And talk about “no god”.
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My faithful friends were arguing,
I made my case as well,
Which people went to Heaven
And which ones went to Hell.
Which version of our Holy Book
Is better than the rest,
And, ultimately, which of our
Religions was the best.
My faithful friends were fighting
And I, too, joined the fight
God’s Holy Word demanded it
And so we felt it right.
The heretics and infidels
All needed to be taught;
God will not stand for people
Not believing what they ought!
My faithful friends were killing
As we have throughout the years
An internecine battle with
Our brothers and our peers
With countless souls in suffering
And countless hearts in grief
To show that there is nothing
More important than belief
My faithful friends were dying
By the dozens, by the scores
In random city bombings
And in major bloody wars
We lose our lives as instruments
Of God’s own rightful wrath;
And when we’ve gone, our children too
Will follow in our path.
My faithful friends were wondering,
And I was wondering, too,
When atheists get together—
Just what all do they do?
They have no common purpose,
And so I find it odd,
To think they join together
And talk about “no god”.
I also stack all my books in order from the smallest to the most awesome climactic ones in between my bookends.
Not a poet my ass.
We could just get a beer or two and have a meaningful conversation on anything really—good poem today, made me laugh
Talk?
Does that happen after before sacrifice the christian child to Cthuluu or do we wait until for after the orgy?
(chuckle) Even when you have “nothing to talk about”, you say more than most people do who think they’ve got IMPORTANT things to say!
Oh and I second Johnny Vector: you are so a poet.
As another poet said, “Surely you’re not happy now, you’re no longer playing the game.”
What would I, for instance talk about? Well, I suppose I’d ask how the fish were biting up your way.