And a Touch of Atheism.

A question that makes me very hazy,
Are the others, or am I just crazy?
This situation I know is preposterously bad,
But I'm sure that either one of us is mad.
If women are from Venus, men from Mars,
Then I probably came from near the stars.
And there I must have committed a sin,
To be born underneath this thick skin.
I must have done something really bad,
To be in such a place so utterly sad.
A world full of paranoid people,
That believe in praying under a steeple.
Don't they get that God doesn't exist.
Why in "his" pursuit do they persist?
By the way, if "Virgin" Mary had a child,
Doesn't that make "God" kinda wild?
But I suppose it's none of my business,
If these people are so bloody brainless.
Let them believe that bunnies hop on two legs,
And that they carry colourful eggs.
Let them believe that dead people walk,
And that they preach and talk.
Of such oddities I could go on and on,
But that would take just too long.
So I guess that it's about time,
That I ended this weird mood rhyme.