*THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 78*
I am a Daffy fatuous fool
If I join multitude to hail
And accost the reign of gods
In the stead of Jah Elohim.
God is one and Him I attest_
Woe betide me if my belief be bought.
The life of an atheist;
Plainly explains it,
The faith the world was conceived,
The perfect wilful heart they believed,
There is no GOD,
The world is never formed.
I kissed a girl who’s neck was bare from faith
Empty all around her was the colour of her fate
Her lips tasted sour, sin was painting
But her touch felt like nearby repenting
If God is the alpha and omega
He should’ve made mom healthier and stronger
Dieties lives in the head of man
Because the mystery of life appears blank
Which gives birth to fictional stories
That wears unscientific jewelleries.
Because God doesn’t communicate with the five senses anymore
So hallucination makes scrutinize minds mourn.
But, forever we will be,
Till we stand the test of faith.
A wise being,
Fashion with love and wisdom,
A mortal that has no deity,
And his existence is not a proof,
A gadget behind nature existence,
But is enveloping knowledge still remains it sustenance.
Whenever there’re problems in life,
No god or goddess is there to help;
Whether you stand crossed or fall!
In all the ups and downs of life,
Everyone is but alone, none to help;
Why take pain to worship at all!
His soul is dark,hes an atheist,
trampled edges of his heart.
Thoughts pierced with darts of lies.
demons are they hauled him,
Yet a deity, keeps him.
Till that very moment,he is to breathe his last.
Why should I waste my time,
Following a guide line
Laid down by rumored being “X”.
When I can simply make my rules and flex.
No deity nor hell, even heaven does not exist
Death is the final and only exit.
He fails to believe he has a superior.
He looks up to the heavens wanting to see a sign,
A sign to make him a theist.
There’s no God he blabs.
If there is show me proof he claps.
Science is what he has.
You maimed a being,
All in the name of offering sacrifice to a god.
You feed upon fleshes and dump bones in waste bin,
All in the name of cleansing your stomach with purified blood.
Grant me a chance,
Where is your conscience?
How can I face down to brood about Your Being?
I must of no doubt drive nuts
And tramp like a lunatic of donkey years
Awesome God! The Originator and Creator of the whole universe
The Supremacy of the supremes
What exhilarating words should I use to laud Your Majesty?
Y. A, OLAWALE
I don’t write for gods
So I don’t live for them
Ain’t no such shii as gods
If u ain’t with the big G(od)
Scripture calls him a fool
Who says in his depraved heart,
There is no God.
In his creed God is dethroned
While the Overman is enthroned.
But what’s a world without enigma?
We are not better than each other
For to believe in no God
Is already a belief on its own
One day I will die
One day you will die
Isn’t that the way God want it?
He believes in no being
Of so great nor less
In his folly illusion he glories
Agent of confusion he is
Wobbling heart that lies still
Like a pond he moves not
Godless they are in the world,
Everyday in religion to them is a war,
Behaving they with courage in word,
Oh! Atheist, where is your God?
For you claim no existence in gods,
Who on earth can convince your Gordian.
Based on belief, he thinks there’s no God according to strange journalism.
Strangled by depression, he screams “to hell with Buddhism”.
As a strong atheist, he loathes religious tourism.
Always angry when thinking about it, he lives in an invisible asylum.
Even though preaching comes, he refuses to listen unlike some.
He avoids believers cause they’re bothersome.
So today he heard a man crying
change your ways hear the voice crying
hear my spirit wailing
what’s he even saying
so he move close to him
touch his helm maybe I go get heal
but alas am more ill
where is your God?
he ask with curiosity
when mama die in this city
when sisi was misuse
where is your God?
when luck turn against me
and fate abuse me
maybe your God is a Yoruba man
who enjoy amala and abula
who dress in honourable agbada
and sleep where the breeze massage his body
I know no god, I have just goals.
I reckon on nature, nature is neutral.
I’m the pillar of my castle, woe to devotees.
Life’s so sweet, for to none I’m contingent on.
I’m the image of myself, gods don’t exist.
I’m a free thinker, on the loose from rules.
God has given me all power, belief swims
Doubt not, believe not. Prayers always erase sins
I’m a beautiful mess, give me your best rhymes
I’ll fan the fire and cook a food full of thymes
I’m an artist, I’m an athlete and now I’m an atheist
I’m a word dispenser, my pieces are simple but has depth & weight
Y. A, OLAWALE
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