Atheist's Afterlife

When we die, we return to our Mother

We unbelievers who believe so deeply

In love with everything

The wild violence that stirs

The seasons on Earth

And the lapping cosmic waves

When we die, we return to our Mother

We unbelievers who believe in everything

So deep in love

With the wild violence that stirs

The seas and the birds

And the lapping cosmic waves

That are our graves, our graves

When we die, we return to our Mother

We unbelievers who believe in love

So deep with everything

The wild violets and dandelions

That dance across my mind

On the lapping cosmic waves

That are our graves, our graves