Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, so hard to stay. I want to go to out and play

Sunday morning rainy day. How could I go to out to play?

The rain´s excuse, Sunday as well.

If I decide, then I go bloody hell.

All excuses just weak the mind. Be though as you are.

Or your weakness makes you blind.

Sunday morning, rainy day.

I go and play, I do not just stay.

I have to do what I decide in my mind.

I am leader not follower, I am not a blind!

The ruler of my world, the center of universe.

I am my own god, not believer in faith.

I do what I wish and follow my own needs.

So out I just go now and I play like I feel!

Wrote by: Janina

The man is the creator!

The man is the creator, god his image

the man is the creator whom spiritual limits

Man is the god, only one that exists.

Man is the god, which religion does not fix.

I am the god of my own universe.

I am the god behold others would be perverse.

There is no other god, no heavenly afterlife.

Why would I live like the nun who is the gods wife.

I just wish to live, do the things that I like

I don´t feel the need to worship the creature of I

I want to fulfill all my needs here and now.

Don´t want to wait mercy or any gods front of bow.

The man indeed is the only god that exists

The spiritual religion with it´s cure does not me fix.

I am the atheist, do not worship any god.

Except only myself, these bones and this blood!

Wrote by: Janina