Literature
To the Believers
To those who dirty their knees in prayer
Who beg for forgiveness all night and day
I say your Almighty Lord is not there
Can't you see you're wasting your lives away?
What is this deity, but a tyrant?
The source of anger, ignorance and pride
In his name wars are fought while good men stay silent
Who can be beaten, with God on their side?
He's all too human, as one would expect
Of a being born in flawed mammal minds
We're worshipping ourselves, when we reflect
On the qualities of man that spellbind.
No divine hand moves o'er the lands and waters
The cosmos don't rely on a design
As for us, the stars above are our fathers
Our mot
