oxymoron

i was raised atheist

and seldom saw a bible

aside from the occasional motel bedside drawer

no absolute being and no beelzebub

my moral compass was composed of

substandard archetypes and secrecy

i did not grow up with the fear of an all knowing father

no virtue and no turpitude

i do not live for anyone or anything but myself

for how can i dread the rapture

if my definition of eternal bliss is him and not “Him”?

no paradise no purgatory

he is my divine and i am his disciple, his devotee

it may not seem orthodox

but i take heed when he preaches on his soap box

no apocalypse and no false prophet

is there a god? that’s a question i cannot answer

but who would have known that the devil could be so heavenly