Heavens to Quetzi #atheist #myths #poem

If I must have a god, give me serpent with plumes of gold:
Or Tlaloc a mean-looking god of thunder and rain.
Don’t give me a whispy ghost or humble martyr slain,
But one aggressive thunderer, ruling a cosmos bold.

Truth is I don’t need any deity or spirit outside of myself:
Neither arrogance nor ego, just no real proof of evidence
Consistently reminding that bible god’s providence
Comes from bronze age traditions: not on my shelf.

Widespread calendar art is just plain kitsch:
Jesus and Mary depicted to please and inspire
Are illusions: those idealized bodies don’t perspire.
Believe in those myths? no more than werewolf or witch.

Back to Quetzi and Tlaloc, why not those two?
Against Christianity, those myths are equally true.