Living Is My Religion

Atheism's beauty is newly welcoming. Beliefs of God dissipating, fastly waning. My morals mocked, trashed, disregarded around me. I remain lost, unseen - For God is a lazy, scientific flee. Religion has mystified me in its paradox of no evidence. So instead I cherish life's priceless joys: keys to brilliance. Dependent on the now, dependent on myself. My laughter eliminates agony, and I sustain my health. Each day that grants good spirits is the one Heaven I am sure of. Afterlives are the fool's gamble, but the wise make life enough. I inherit success, wealth - personal peace, for I am bravely tough. Fools need fear to do good, but the wise need no hell or biblical reads. I live true Atheism: my actions reward each healthy night of sleep. Only in my death shall I lose my religion - The belief that my one life is worth living.