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Tonight's the big night folks, take potty breaks early,
There's been lots of hype, but this fight's to the death!
The Atheists' tired of smug Christian "God loves me!"
And Christians' loathe Lost's sainted Lady Macbeth.

The venue was sold out for months as foretold by
Sad Reagan's wife Nancy's astrologer friend,
With billionaires buying all seats in first rows
The middle class never had chance to attend.

With Christian God missing, the "Lost" predict short fight
While "Saved" folk say, God, this time, won't let them down
The betting is bloody and oddsmakers nervous
And Donald Trump has been seen wearing a frown.

Look! Scarecrow of Billy Graham with his Entourage,
And Machiavellian robot have climbed into ring,
The Mormon Choir screaming Hymns out to Elijah,
Androgynous homophobes 'om' name of "Sting."

Three witches stir pot in the "godless" one's corner,
His circuit boards frequently seem to glow red,
While smoking hot preachers fan scarecrow with tea leaves
Wow! Zealots have burst into flame: all are dead!

It seems that the meek have inherited earth
And "faithful" hit squarely for sure on the chin.
The faithful, so sure that they understood Bible,
The faithful, who knew that the "Good" never win!

So Atheists sure that we’re all self-created
And Christians with faith that some god did the deed,
With both clinging firmly to what can't be proven,
This fight to be right's simply personal greed.

I’m thinking the concept of faith's so abused here
As faith that can't question is already dead,
For questioning: always the way of the wise man,
And certainty: great plan for losing your head.

Brian Johnston
April 17, 2016

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