The church bell rings
Ding, dong, dong, dong
Flat, cold, lifeless, pointless
Sounding out across this town
I hate that bell
I despise it
I'd smash it if I could
Into a thousand pieces
But what would be
The point in that
The people still would flock
And make that bell a martyr
And I would watch
Them pouring in
Dressed in Sunday finest
Denying their existence
"You can't do that"
"You must do this"
Utter bourgeois rubbish!
Spewing down from the pulpit
Then I'd stand up
And roar at them
"Can't you see your freedom
Your terrifying freedom"
There is no need
To gather here
In utter mauvaise foi
And perfect self denial
Go - live your lives
Give yourself - meaning
There is no need for God
Freedom is condemnation.
"Religion is opium for the people. Religion is a sort of spiritual booze..." V I Lenin, Socialism and Religion.
" Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does." Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness
"The old families of business men and ship-owners were of the opinion that the building should be erected on the summit of the Coteau Vert, where they lived, 'so that St Cecile could watch over Bouville like the Sacre-Coeur de Jesus over Paris'." Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea.