The Atheist's Tale

The Atheist's Tale

A Poem by Brandon Langley
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Obedience to tyranny is Obedience to god.

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The young man, who held no beliefs, sat and watched,
As a large man came down upon the Earth, holding a clump of clay in the shape of a man,
And from the rib of the man-shaped clay, the large man crafted a woman,
And when the woman ate a fruit, the large man returned,
And cast out the man and the woman, and all their descendants.

The young man, who held no beliefs, sat and watched,
As a man, jealous as ever, grabbed hold of the hand of another
And took him to the field,
The first man grabbed a stone from the ground,
And smashed it upon the head of the second.

The young man, who held no beliefs, sat and watched,
As a man, with his son, were proffered by two other men,
The men offered the man and his son a young girl,
After a few days, the men went to the town of the man and his son,
And slew all the men, looting their wealth, livestock, and women.

The young man, who held no beliefs, sat and watched,
As a familiar, large man came down upon a group of men of Egypt,
For but one reason, and one reason only,
To show that he could, because he is the one who has all power,
That he is the best of the large men, despite his lack of existence.

The young man, who held no beliefs, sat and watched,
As a man and his son walked down the earth path.
A boy run into the son, felling him.
The son, now resting upon his hands, cursed something the sitting man could not hear.
Suddenly, the running boy fell. And he did not get back up.

The young man, who held no beliefs, sat and watched,
As a man, the son of the familiar, large man,
Came to Chroazin and cursed them to hell,
Came to Bethsaida and cursed them to hell,
And Came to Capernaum and cursed them to hell as well.

The young man, who held no beliefs, stood and spoke,
Spoke out against the worshiping of the large man,
And told of all he had seen, to all the people he could,
His prophecies came from no large man, from no tongue of flame,
But from his own observations of the text, and of the past.

And all the men listened, And all the women listened, And all the children listened,
And they laughed, all of them, as the text could not be wrong, the large man could not be false,
For this man has seen the large man himself, then they thought for a moment,
For, if this man, who has seen the large man himself can deny him,
Perhaps they should also.

And they considered that,
Just for a moment,
Then tossed the idea from their head,
Never to think of it again,
For they do not have the capacity in their minds to throw out their beliefs.

© 2013 Brandon Langley


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