• I don’t worship your god what becomes of me?
    No longer praying and straying from the righteous path
    No longer fearful of death and in my last breath not fearful of wrath
    Not abiding to your sanction and setting myself free

    I remove the shackles and manacles that imprisoned me
    Detesting with dejection the law that many follow with conviction
    Fretting with lamentation the anguish men face at your inhibition
    Enraged by the plenty who bend and at their heels bow to their knees

    Why do men so readily follow your gracious ideals?
    Was it not you who plagued the Earth and caused it to weep?
    Was it not you who we willingly followed like sheep ready to leap?
    Why do men so steadily follow your faith and with time it anneals?

    A strong faith is forged but why?
    A God, so capricious in his claims to be wrathful and merciful
    A God, so tenacious in his removal of the weak with his calling culls
    Is tranquility and serenity assured by following you or is something awry?

    The executioner steps forward
    Hearing his plea he guarantees that he will not flee
    Grieving for his soul he sets him free
    Telling the atheist to stand still and not coward

    The executioner holds a dreaded blade that didn’t glisten
    Born to be fettered is the man who isn’t christened
    Slaughter civilized men and treat them like savages
    Kingdoms will fall and in the name of sanctity be ravaged