How great thou art,To let them suffer Pestulance and famine And wars that linger

How great thou art, Your ambiguous hands Threaten with fear, We all be damned

The wallet is love, And you have the gun Aimed at our heads, Refusing to give Will make us all burn

What kindly thoughts,To frighten us,To bow to you Because it's love?

I have a choice,This much is true, Discarding myth, Is that I value

Discard the pitchforks And halo's due,Just like red noses And sugarplums too

How great the farce And fantacy, A DD game Deadly reality

How great thou art, To give us this orb Full of desease And hateful hords

I know thy name It is not divine Tis a creation Of ancient minds

Thor and Isis Marduke extinct Their magical spells Have the same link

How great thou arnt And nothing new History is full Of claims like you

A day may come When we Cruise by, A statue of Hubbard, Billions rely

How great thou arnt, In Genisis, You stole your story, From polytheists

Ugartic text, Is older motif, So too the flood In Gelgimesh

Hardly original, Nor does it prove, That spirts knock up girls, Gabriel "Mary, God is in the mood".

Thot cured an eye Long before Jesus, Rabbits and hats, Are still slight of hand

How great thou arnt, This human mind, The mental slight Is the bind

It's fuzzys are warm And grandious, The lure of a promise That doesn't exist

How fake thou art, By any name Apollo to Allah, It's all the same

It's in their heads, And all made up The past is the present And they don't give up

How great thou arnt, This tribalism, Leading to death Over fiction

Magic and myth In the span of time, Change their colors But never decline

How great the mind, When set free, From the binds Of MYTHOLOGY

Since the big bang of creation, That formed all the stars we can see The suns have all been in motion, Thats the only way it could be.

Dust clouds attracted together, To form a big hot ball of gas, That ignited under pressure, When it reached a critical mass.

The spinning of the explosion, Made a disk of solar debris, That formed a lumpy collection, Of planets the sun wont let free.

Thousands of distant galaxies,Have a million twins of our sun,And worlds with perfect properties,Where life has already begun.

There is a major division, Between the peoples of this Earth, Of those that value religion, And those who know what science is worth.

Truth could not be more obvious, If poked in the eye with a rod, The universe is oblivious, To the whims of a fictional god.COLIN FIAT!

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