The Atheist Hymn

The words are inscribed as the stories are told Engraved and defended, we bind them in gold In fear of the fire And the poor sightless wraith So myth becomes legend Devotion and 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