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Man built god;
dragged himself upon a pedestal
kicked dirt in the faces of all other life
Crowned himself as deity

What animal separates this ape from that?
The human animal; ignored and loathed by louse and lion

In our haste we crowned a king
In our haste we bore his sin
In our haste we saw him god
In our haste; born again

Not in life but words of fiction
Another fable carved in stone
His crucifix a graven image

Blessed be
thy torment;
Bound to the cadaver of the righteous
Our dutiful dead;

Dispose of this land in renewed valour
For we have slain the pitiful
Scoured this repugnant plain

There is no all seeing, all loving God who keeps us free from harm. Atheism is not a recipe for despair. I think the opposite. By disclaiming the idea of the next life we can take more excitement in this one. The here and now is not something to be endured before eternal bliss or damnation. The here and now is all we have, an inspiration to make the most of it. So atheism is life affirming in a way that religion can never be.
Look around you, nature demands our attention. It begs us to explore, to question. Religion can only provide only fascile, ulimately unsatisfying answers. Science, in constantly seeking real explanations reveals the true magesty of our world in all its complexity.
People sometimes say, there must be more than just this world, than just this life, but how much more do you want? We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because theyre never going to be born. The number of people that could be here in my place outnumber the sand grains of sahara. If you think about all the different ways our genes could be permuted you and i are quite grotesquely lucky to be here, the number of events that had to happen in order for you to exist, in order for me to exist. We are privilaged to be alive and we should make the most of our time on this world.

Fu inle; these clouds bode ill
From the earth we ran out;
That eve, that heralded night

For Man came knocking at our doors
Sank teeth within our homes

In those quiet hours,

There is no all-seeing, all-loving God, who keeps us free from harm. Atheism is not a recipe for despair, I think the opposite. By disclaiming the idea of a next life we can take more excitement in this one. The "here and now" is not something to be endured before eternal bliss or damnation. The "here and now" is all we have. An inspiration to make the most of it. So atheism is life affirming in a way the religion can never be.
Look around you: nature demands our attention, makes us to explore, to question. Religion can provide only facile, ultimately unsatisfying answers. Science in constantly seeking real explanations reveals the true majesty of our world in all its complexity.
People sometimes say: "There must be more, than just this world, than just this life". But how much more do you want? We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die, because they are never going to be born. The number of people who could be here in my place outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. If you think about all the different ways in which our genes could be permuted, you and I are quite grotesquely lucky to be here. The number of events, that had to happen in order for you to exist, in order for me to exist. We are privileged to be alive. And we should make the most of our time on this world.

My brother be,
calm amongst withered grain.
Come join me,
from life's ebb we shall refrain.
Your failing eyes half blindly
stare and glimpse this fevered face,
valediction.
You marked this earth with calloused hands,

Give us this day!
Our daily dead!
Curse the sun for this sight

Lay strewn upon the ground, can we not offer humility?
Breath hungry, life lost, faith starved,
Can we not offer humility?

Give us this day!
Our daily dead!
Curse the sun for this sight

Lay strewn upon the ground, can we not offer humility?
breath hungry, life lost, faith starved,
can we not offer humility?

Beneath this skin;
I am not human
I shed this flesh
In the name of shame
I shed this species
In the name of respect
For every life
We have taken from this earth

fell down upon the realm of man

On a scorned mound
we erect another monolith
buckled under its own ego
another pillar of content
another milestone of man

A funeral procession

We wane in remembrance, drained by our scorn. The flocks of the patriarch throttled, forlorn
We gasp with epiphany, perception unmasked. Ranks of black muslin litter our path

Empyrian empties, on our woeful malaise, engulfs and entwines our impious parade.
These are the embers, the fetid ideal, the end of our chastity, allow us to feel
Nerves remain tender, to touch makes us cry.

Like fingers they claw at the sky,
pylons of a pompous foray.
Sentinels to look down upon with vacant eyes.
We kindle our willing to strive,
to remain separate.
A farewell to the spoils of fate,
in shallow graves.
We dig a hole deep in the earth,

The warren is empty tonight,
blood spills on toiled ground
fur will hang in ragged clumps
Upon the hedgerows

Peace is lost to us now,
a fettered ideal x 2

We can account for the scars in our sides
Yet we are not privy to the thoughts that we discard
Those who would break us, nurture our despair
But still we cherish those who we revile

We take this battle in our fortitude
The war of will yet to be resolved