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Godless we are, bookless, fable-less, unsaved, unrepentant, unconvinced.
Jesus never was and never will be more than a character we do not know in a book
we do not need.
We are soldiers in a foxhole and I’d rather have my weapon than a prayer.

We are the spawns of a thousand ancestors who never had a savior.
We are the sons of a billion chances that never needed Christ.
We are the sum of a million years preceding Greeks, Jews, Romans, Apostles, Noah, Moses, Pat Robertson and his hungry god.

We are the bi-pedal antecedent of accidents,
and a mind full of critical thoughts,
and an eye full of fantastic Big Bangs,
and an ear we inherited from a lizard.
No man stepped on a cross for our sins,
And one kind of hell has stained glass windows
and pleading, sore knee sinner-slaves.

We were young when logic writ the basic ideas burned by god,
and we know lessons learned by the act of living out side text.
We thrust ours cocks the way we wish and never bother to think how others might
enjoy what nature has granted without reserve, nor how they might pursue their course..

We are unassailed in our disbelief that comes from free thought in a free mind,
not by way of base emotional contempt.
We divorce ourselves and our philosophy from those who divorce themselves from humanity, and by our being put a lie to their argument.
We find nothing in the savage older book to recommend the myth,
and nothing in the newer myth not recommended by common sense.

We denounce the inane notion that literal belief trumps science, or can adequately replace methods of knowledge requiring tangible evidence.

We walk as a human being.
We live without gods.
We love without reservation.
We have as much value as any being.
We deserve as much respect as any being.
And we are as good and legitimate as any being who worships a god I deny.