The Atheist! by Atilola Moronfolu

I am happy to announce that I have started submitting some of the writing assignments you guys gave me in this post. If I haven't submitted your assignment, just know that I am either working on it, or would get to it sooner or later. But one thing is for sure, I would do it and get to you sooner than you expect. If you did not give me any assignment, and would want to add yours, please, feel free. I would really love to write for you.

When I wrote The Atheist, I had more of spoken word, rather than poetry, in mind. Reason for the long sentences and the nature. I might still change the title. If you have a title in mind, you can suggest. Thanks.

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You called me an atheist and said I deserve a punch

Just because I highlighted the hypocrisy in the new generation church

I choose to speak against this myopic label

Cos as we know, atheism is synonymous to being a rebel

You said I look at the church with a funny philosophical light

Because I complained about the five loudspeakers blazing through my window every Friday night.

My ear drums have bursted, I can no longer hear my pastor’s sermon on Sunday morning right

Nor sing praise and worship, without my head feeling light

Should I tell you the stories of how God miraculously saved me from the throes of death

Or how he lifted me on high and made my enemies fret

Are you with me when I cry out in worship and praise every morning and night

Do you ever wonder how come I spit Isaiah 60 like fire and rhyme it tight

Oooh oohh, I guess you thought my sudden upliftment was by the works of my hands?

It was nothing but a quantum leap effected by the Grace of God pulling the right strands

Of course you don’t know this, cos to me you choose to act like a Pharisee

And take what you don't know less important than what you see

You just call me an atheist because I speak the language of God instead of religion

And refuse to join the people who claim to be many, for their name is legion

Don’t get it twisted, God called me the Light of the World

That’s why I get restless when everything goes wrong with the world

I am not bitter, I am not sad, and very far from evil

After all, when Jesus spoke against the Pharisees, he was called a devil

If you know what God has done for me, you would never call me an atheist

Instead, you would face the pastor who chose to be a rapist

The masochist

And the one who chose to speak to his wife with his fist

So pardon me for the choice of where I flash my torch

Even if for now, its beam seems to rest on the church