Every zombie has it's day,
All who know it stay away.
Only one inspired no such dread,
when it was risen from the dead.
It's name was Jesus, King of Jews,
his minions worship from the pews.
Why the bunny? Why the eggs?
Why not some wooden pegs?
A zombie who invented rules,
Master of all other ghouls.
His holiday a pagan rite,
From Eostre, who has the right.

Lately, I've been reading different stories about how people became atheists. As personal stories about internal conflicts and realization usually are, some of them were emotional, sad and some even downright enraging.



After a while, after each such story I finished, I started getting this annoying feeling, this sense that something was missing. Eventually, I realized, I was jealous. Yes, jealous! Why don't I have this sort of story? Where was… Continue