Prayer of a dying atheist
Daisy Johnson, Age 14

Dear Nobody
I’m here
Judgement day arrived
And there’s a few things I’d like to say
I wish I wasn’t dying,
Or praying,
Or anywhere near this place.
I wish that I was crying
So I could wash this cheap mascara off my face

I wish this bed was soaked
In all the blood you’ve supposedly wasted
I wish that I could tell them about the darkness
I wish I was an angel
With perfect paper thin wings
And beauty unmatched
By any one or any thing
But I never believed in that stuff.

I wish I hadn’t watched the news
Been a player in the awful, unimaginable game
I wish I had believed in you just once
So I could see what they all loved to see.

So thank you God for proving me right
For showing me pain
And allowing no light
It means a lot to know I really was alone

And I believe I’m done
Have fun with creation.