You Must Take Me For A Dope, O God

Since thou hast taken me for a dope, O God–
’til I’m pushing daisies up through the sod,
I will blaspheme thy name, from dusk to dawn.
The “proofs” you exist sweetly lead me on
to mock your faithful (day to night) O God.
My life does no ways miss the light of love.
If real, I’ll fuck your angels from above
your church’s logic. (It’s built on sands.)
Into the empty, void, darkness of death,
my life’s no wisecrack on the light of love.
My hand lacks not the touch of other hands,
’thou atheist I’ll be ’til my last breath.
And day by day, unto the last of my years,
sweet reason will remain my true best friend.
For those bound by your faith, I shed real tears;
as nature’s beauty does not, on you, depend.

FOR REFERENCE: “Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope, O God”,
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Since thou hast given me this good hope, O God,
That while my footsteps tread the flowery sod
And the great woods embower me, and white dawn
And purple even sweetly lead me on
From day to day, and night to night, O God,
My life shall no wise miss the light of love;
But ever climbing, climb above
Man's one poor star, man's supine lands,
Into the azure steadfastness of death,
My life shall no wise lack the light of love,
My hands not lack the loving touch of hands;
But day by day, while yet I draw my breath,
And day by day, unto my last of years,
I shall be one that has a perfect friend.
Her heart shall taste my laughter and my tears,
And her kind eyes shall lead me to the end.