It’s been seventeen years now
Of listening to these
“great men”
Stand and pontificate.

And so this poem
Is seventeen years too late.

Because honestly,
I’m tired.
Tired of someone trying
To brainwash me with lies and hate.
To force me to give into blind faith.

I won’t be another drone
Standing, repeating
In a dull monotone.

I will believe what I want
And practice how I will
I will question it all.

Religion is a creation of man
A belief in naught
We are man
And we have killed God.

Though,
Can we **** what never existed?
We created him
And we can destroy him.
But can we **** him?

It only takes thought
And reason,
Logic
And freedom.

We are who we are,
And so we must think,
Free our minds from what we are taught
And give it up,
The whole **** lot.

We cannot be free
When constrained by God.