THE CONVERT TO REASON

Come, let's admit it, we are blind,
And faith is a farce, and humankind
Are doped with religion to believe
The impossible true. That we perceive

If we give but a moment to rational thought,
If we exercise logic - and surely we ought.
We must see, surely we must recognize
That hopes are dupes and trusts are lies.

The optimist is a purblind fool
Refusing to glance at the iron rule
That power reigns in our universe.
The times are ominous. The future is worse.

And what are morals but foolish fences,
Ascetic-constructed to maim the senses?
The world staggers on with a madman's lurch
While hollow shibboleths echo in church.
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Ah, thank thee, uninhibited saviors,
For clarifying the world's behaviors,
For making it plain where all may see
That decadence and death are man's destiny.

It makes me laugh when I thing what fools
We were to construct cathedrals and schools.
How clownish we were thus to pretend,
Like fanciful children, that a man's end

And purpose in living were something higher
Than the fulfillment of body desire.
How little we knew! How much we learn
from the great intellects of the day who discern

The signs of the times and know for certain
What lies beyond the future's curtain.
That stuff of a God was imagination.
Good riddance! He might have delayed degradation!