All children are born atheist
So they've got to be taught
The church will gladly give a list
Of ways to murder thought.
Crock of ages, not for me
I'm too smart to swallow thee
You're just bunk, you can't atone.
Christian nuts, leave me alone.
Just the smell of soap still makes her sick.
He'd confuse her with his smooth rhetoric.
And he pretended he'd bathe her tonight.
But, when he came near all she felt was fright.
Now, here's the scene, created universe.
God made it, and so he's the one in charge.
He's mean, vengeful, blood thirsty and perverse.
Demands submission, ego extra large.