The Atheist's Lament

The masses writhe in a senseless fury,
Grasping to touch the hands of God.
Do they not know what I know so well?
These ravenous wolves, these rabid dogs.

Violent nuns and priests, the blood of Christ dripping from their teeth,
They're all hungry, they're all starving-
They gnash and fight for a better standing,
With weapons made from their crucifix carvings.

They crawl on all fours- animals muttering prayers.
Destroying the dreams that they could be fulfilling.
They use their words as bribes and currency,
They pawn off their opiates on the unwilling.

Their world is one of misplaced self-interest.
They are irrationally ignorant.
They are imprisoned by the shackles of a deity.
Does it make me selfish for saying they shouldn't be?