How does a bird know its nest?
How does it know the mechanics therein?
How does this shivering chicklet in waste
Repeat the framework it leaves in haste?
A technique exposed from before its birth
Always built the same in similar girth
Not too small and not too big
Woven the same from grass and twig
This repitition of ancestral mother/dad
Knowledge inherited neither good or bad
That enables the success of procreation
Species continue with inherited wisdom
To kickstart each successive generation
Yet religion is not a necessity of birds
Although they inherit the same musical words
For God is a mystery without memory
Neither parents or God are born in them or me
Although there may be a hint of morality
A breath of divine that sets our mind free
Perhaps it is love that we recognize
Perhaps God is within -- wearing our disguise
Sometimes I see hints -- dreams that aren't mine
Echoes of a life I may have lived another time
I've decided God was -- I've decided God isn't.
But life has sharpened me into a philosophical prism
Where science in red and Heaven in blue
Glow next to colors of this and that hue
Of ethics, experience and words that I've read
Wondering where I'll be -- after I'm dead
Then I stumbled on a pipe and a Medicine Man
Who opened the tipi where my Coyote spirit ran
Away from my world, away from my life
Although marriage does not exist -- I believed in a wife
That would defy natural principles, defy desire
Allowing the mind to believe in a spiritual fire.
Perhaps this is where my Angels lost course
When my family was saddled to another man's horse
Perhaps in a woman deciding to not obey
My brood decided their own selfish way
By example of mother -- they learned to be free
A father is not the guiding light they see
When rules are rewritten to satisfy the needs
That mature into adulthood individual greeds.
So it was religion of Indians and Zen
Only a choir they sang in as children
With an Atheist mother and Preacher who cooked
It was easier to shed rules -- easily overlooked
That stand in the way of what you want
Less fun is Heaven than a scary Hellish haunt
Where demons can tickle a child's adrenaline
What's the fun of trying to fly to Heaven?
So religion and God are now a video game battle
With more playmates to play with among human cattle
As the Holy elite struggle and strive in the human hive
For a purpose unrewarded -- Got won't help you to survive
Among the cussing disrespectful foul-mouthed screens
Where swords, bullets, bombs are rewarded with dying screams
Mom has led the way -- away from father's choice
Wasting days and years in videogame rejoice
Dad just keeps on working while mother's lovers play
Leaving her on the doorstep to never want to stay
But the kids don't care about their future
Kids seek their thrills right now
Living between sunsets
Like a contented grazing cow.
History is painful. Religion a painful bore.
Philosophy ridiculous, when applied there is no score
Beyond the slavery wages and silver piece reward
There's another brand new videogame with goals to lead you forward
Where numbers measure hours -- wasted in killing sprees
The blood evaporates as your avatar picks up keys
That open up new doors that don't lead anywhere
Your mind and body remain in your living room chair
Where God may watch unseen -- not daring to interrupt
The murder and hayhem that creative minds corrupt
The hearts and souls of humans -- until their game is through.
My spiritless children: Atheist One and Atheist Tw
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