Bold-Faced Liars

Do you care if the air is
charged with a dare to
admit you're an atheist,
to put your name on the list
of a dreamer of freedom,
an eclipse of religion?

One name against the fantasy
of a dark imposing galaxy
of killer believers?

I'm of the mind to kill time before
"thine own self be true"
because to otherwise live
the life of a lie is a
nightmare for me and you,
to deny the only truth,
that God is a myth of faith
for the chroniclers of hate.

You're a rolling clown posse
of some bold-faced liars,
crowning that glory of God,
an unbelievable fraud and
you want to run roughshod
on your way to Riyadh.

I'm sick of the stares and
their sycophantic dread,
when they see me,
they try to please me
with a verse from their holy book,
that makes me want to choke
from unbelievable hypocrisy,
theological autocracies
and the bureaucracy
of the papacy;
this some kind of
aristocracy?

So get out of my face
and slow the pace,
of that rant you're spewing,
the deadly words you're chewing,
talking all about holy Jihad,
your questionable Ijtihad,
you fancy yourself Mujtihad,
what gives you claim over me?

I don't want to hear dusty pleas.

You're a rolling clown posse
of some bold-faced liars,
crowning the glory of God,
an unbelievable fraud, and
you want to run roughshod
on your way to Riyadh.

You're talking philosophical alchemy.

Hoping they will agree
to the rules and the laws
that are full of flaws,
promoting God like Santa Claus.
You want provisional clause
against my rational mind
but I give you nothing of the kind.

Step on the corpses of believers, if you will.
Don't be a weaver of the innocent,
there's no thrill, but punishment,
secularism is the coming trend,
you can see it 'round the bend.
It's time to face the facts,
stop listening to quacks,
be a woman of the
future who acts...

Don't join the rolling clown posse
of some bold-faced liars,
crowning the glory of God,
an unbelievable fraud,
wanting to run roughshod
on your way to Riyadh...