(May be sung to the tune of “Oh Tanenbaum,” aka “Oh Christmas Tree.”)
Oh, blasphemy, oh blasphemy
We sing thy praise sweet blasphemy
Through blasphemy we say to thee
There are no gods that we can see
No Allah or Persephone
No Jesus, Zeus, or trinity
From myths that cause us injury
Blasphemy can keep us free
From anxiety about reality
From insecurity and complexity
From futility of immortality
Come join us in our blasphemy.
by Edwin Kagin.
(c) 2012
2 comments
Markita Lynda—it's Spring after the Winter that wasn't
April 14, 2012 at 11:21 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Please divide into stanzas! I’m getting mixed up. Very nice words, though!
N. Nescio
April 15, 2012 at 4:07 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
I hope songwriting isn’t your backup career.