There is joy in Joyce
And the dickens in Dickens
But I dream of atheists
Coming across the Bible
Overcome by the truth
Of its stories and styles
Overwhelming if true
We are all atheists now
Fierce for the truth we feel
Better going it alone
As if we didn't
Really need some god
To suffer for us
Caught in our denial
We will do it on our own
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