Help me write an Atheist song

[Galileo]

Ok, this is how far I have come. let me know what you think. I'm still not quite happy with it, and might change some stuff around.

And here we are again, angry and tyred,
And there's nothing new to be said,
Still we circle round and round, until we're out of breath,
You clutching your heart and I my head,

But I have called and called a thousand times,
Whenever the night seemed so dark and cold,
But your god he never answered,
forgive me, but this bread and wine is growing old.

Why would I worship imperfection?
Why would I join a system that isn't fair?
Why would I hail your prospect of stagnation?
Why would I need to save a soul that isn't there?

and in my eyes you see miracles,
and grace in every drop of rain,
You never see the beauty in coincidence,
And you see only punishment in pain.

But I still called and called a thousand times,
Whenever the suffering seemed to have no end,
And the ringing silence was my ownly answer,
I've grown to old for an imaginary friend.

Why should I give my exaltation,
To something silent and unseen,
Why do I require your salvation?
Why should I live down on my knees?

[JollyForr]

That cross is useful for one thing: beguiling,
It amuses me, and gets me smiling,
But I hate it when I hear you whining,
About how your creator is always shining.

You say you've seen the one true way,
As you, everyday, pray and pray,
Hoping that they will be answered one day,
But will they? - Oh, nay, nay, nay.

What about Atlas, Thor, Venus and Zeus?
As Time progressed, they put on the noose,
So please explain why you are so obtuse,
And why you can't just call a truce!

So, I am not converting, for I wish to be sane,
And travel down the beautiful lane,
And I know my vision will thus wane,
If I convert, but the conversion I will have to feign.

"Look at the birds, the ants, and the trees,
The daffodils, and the honey bees!
Look at the rolling winter silver seas!
And you say there is no God!...Oh please!"

You say that about the things upon the Earth;
You've been taught it from your own very birth...
Looking at the bliss, wonder and endless mirth,
But the evils you speak of are in palpable dearth!



There, that's what I've got so far. I've got way too much time on my hands.