I believe
in no single god.
I believe
in no kings.
I believe
in no lies.
I believe
in no stories.
Yet all of these,
I believe in.
For what is a god
without their believers?
And what is a king
without the faithful
who kneel?
I see no reason
to believe.
What's the worth
in believing—
in giving up
your hope
to another?
I believe
there is no greater sin.
Yet that's
the principle of it,
isn't it?
I am unsettled
by their symbol;
for when they wear it,
they suddenly decide
I am the nonbeliever.
I'd like to say
otherwise.
I believe
in a lot.
And I believe
I shouldn't be
looked down upon
for believing this.
But it seems
there is only
one God.
If that's the case—
if there are
none others—
then I'll scream it
through town,
city,
and country:
I am a NonBeliever.