If we are to live as men without god
Then we must first realize that we are the deity
We are the invisible hand we revere
We are washed clean of sin with our own blood don’t you see?
Haven’t you always found it to be odd
That god always seemed to be free
From scruples and blame and the mere
Doubt that afflicts and affects humanity?
I never saw fit to spare the rod
When came to that child of folly
Called variously faith or fear
I spoiled the lie when I realized that I was God and God was me
Though I cannot help but applaud
The shear brilliance of the self-delusion and stupidity
Inherent in looking in the mirror
And seeing not a reflection but a deity
The Song of the Hedonist
Sing me a song of temptation
And I’ll dance like a Dionysian child
For if there’s a hint of elation
In your voice well then my spirit will go wild
Everything is partaken of freely
Though nothing is taken for granted
The aroma of salvation is deadly
But its dangerous reputation is vaunted
Tethered to the immortal credo
A tin-pot lie sold to us as the golden truth
Don’t the prophet’s realize what we do?
Theodicy is getting a bit long in the tooth
For once let us gain from our progress
Instead of fleeing from change in all forms
For faith is an infinite regress
That feeds upon long discredited norms
Religion is naught but a draught
Taken by the platonic to sooth their wavering consciences
Sobriety is what we have sought
So that we can finally enjoy our corporeal senses
We live for our dreams and our pleasures
We die when our bodies have been run down
We enjoy the earth’s Hedonistic treasures
And we waste not a moment on fear or penitent frowns
Wonderful wordplay.
Thank you so much!