The Atheist's Prayer

The atheist called out 

To the god she knew didn't exist 

If you won't do your job/ she said 

Give it up, give it to me / Lay 

Down your burden Lord I see

How you are weighted down in sorrow I see

How you need to let your fingers rest I see

How your creations (are we your creations?)

Have slipped beyond your might 

How the taste of bitter failure blackens 

Your tongue / Lord lay down

Your burdens for I am here/ I wish

I could say I do not judge you

For your failures/ the mess you have made 

But I look

Upon your works with disgust for your time 

Is over/ Your welcome 

Overstayed and to linger longer is

To invite a battle/ for I will

Fight you for the hate you have spread

For these the least of your children that you let

Be trodden and crushed/ for even though

Your power is lost you should have 

Come down and died for us/ you should have 

Come down and died instead of us