Atheist Meditations

An Ode to the Lost Souls


I don't mean to be impolite, to disrupt thy life and cause termoil or trouble,
Could Occham's scapel of reason only pierce your stupidity bubble.

If only we could awaken you from the tragedy of a lockstep nation,
Don't feel bad, the illness affects all sorts; I'd say at least 60-75% of the American population.

You listen to, without a scrap of a defense, the mainstream media,
A product designed to turn you into a fucking moron.

The sort of eduction, the boredom and repetition, that they have made compulasary,
It is designed to fuck you up, to make you into an unworthy class adversary.

A debate about nothing by two pundit slaves. The war and economy's sure on a roll,
Living in that make believe world where cause has no effect, it's hell on your soul.

You can always be regenerated, a caring artist can get you back on track.
But the years that you've spent there, that's part of your life you will never get back.