The Atheist Hymn

Engraved and defended, we bind them in gold.
In fear of the fire
And the poor sightless wraith,
So myth becomes legend,
Devotion — faith.
And so we explain what lies under the stone.
Let Y be the question and X the unknown.
Let light fall upon us
And where there is none,
The answer is all
To the power of one.
And there with the flock as I listened and heard
The learned ones strive to interpret the Word,
I stood and relinquished
The shackle of youth
As I rose to greet
The simple truth…
That faith is belief that is tempered with need.
Yes, faith is belief that is tempered with need.
And I have no faith,
For I have no need,
And so I am free
To disbelieve.
Faith is belief that is tempered with need.
Yes, faith is belief that is tempered with need.
And I have no faith,
For I have no need,
And so I am free
To disbelieve.