They tell me that God is not real.
He is made up and quite imaginary.
You must use thought, reason to deal
With all these things discretionary.
How could you believe so faithfully
In things like Grace and eternal life?
Where’s the proof quantitatively,
When God offers up such pain and strife?
You cannot believe in what is not there,
You imagine a Father who lives in you.
I know only reason and logic are fair,
Not granting prayers to the chosen few.
The real answers are in science and math;
I have no use for imaginary things.
Formulas work, observations break path
To all things real that reality brings.
I am a scientist; I use theorems and tests.
Cosmos to quantum, I study the facts.
I don’t believe until all my proof rests
Then I watch to see how the math reacts.
Beakers, pipettes, calibrated flasks,
Event horizons, protons accelerated,
Are the tools that we men use to unmask
Nature's creation finally adjudicated.
No Ghost, no imagined, worshiped being
The mysteries of life will be revealed.
God is a myth as believing is seeing
We expose all things that are thus concealed.
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After listening way too long to this rant,
“Ah,” said I.”You must be having fun.
Please explain yourself, I bet you can’t,
In your faith in the square root of minus one.
He is made up and quite imaginary.
You must use thought, reason to deal
With all these things discretionary.
How could you believe so faithfully
In things like Grace and eternal life?
Where’s the proof quantitatively,
When God offers up such pain and strife?
You cannot believe in what is not there,
You imagine a Father who lives in you.
I know only reason and logic are fair,
Not granting prayers to the chosen few.
The real answers are in science and math;
I have no use for imaginary things.
Formulas work, observations break path
To all things real that reality brings.
I am a scientist; I use theorems and tests.
Cosmos to quantum, I study the facts.
I don’t believe until all my proof rests
Then I watch to see how the math reacts.
Beakers, pipettes, calibrated flasks,
Event horizons, protons accelerated,
Are the tools that we men use to unmask
Nature's creation finally adjudicated.
No Ghost, no imagined, worshiped being
The mysteries of life will be revealed.
God is a myth as believing is seeing
We expose all things that are thus concealed.
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After listening way too long to this rant,
“Ah,” said I.”You must be having fun.
Please explain yourself, I bet you can’t,
In your faith in the square root of minus one.
"To support the world of reason you see,
That you consider your god and hero
You plug in numbers only imagined to be
You plug in numbers only imagined to be
But at least my God can divide by zero."