♪ Atheism ♫
We are fresh strawberries;
A fresh burst of red strawberries
Ripe turning riper in the bowl
We will soon be rotten;
We will all be forgotten
Half-remembered rumours of the old
So wouldn't it be easy with
Something to believe in
That could give us more
Than "Here's my work
So where's my pay?"
But I...
But I don't need...
Wouldn't it be easy to believe...
To believe...
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