Atheists Poem by Peter Hall

Their mouths go dry
Their voices sigh
They get so high
Break necks to try
To tell us there's no God.

Their breath stinks
As they drink
Do their thing
And they don't think
Lecturing us there's no God.

But angry mouths
Go deep south
Under their crown
Under their frown
Yelling there's no God.

To think they believe
Their anger achieves
That Christians get relieved
From how they are deceived
Their faith in a good God.

But atheists are not real
Their own innate knowledge steal
And ignore what their spirit feels
So they don't have to kneel
To the true and Living God.