Baffled, I stare,
You truly believe in your witchcraft,
In shackles I glare,
As your run rounds around me,

I have the mighty ground,
I believe in logic and mind,
You believe in some Holy sign
Which you cannot even find,

I show evidence,
You show paper,
Mindless art of an eminence,

Wait, what you mean I believe in stars?
What is wrong in such beliefs?
It is not like yours, it's not a farce,
I deny, it's true!

God is bad,
Stars are good,
I'm logical, oh I am!
"It's just hiding under your hood."

See: stars are better,
They make my life valid,
It's like reading a letter
That tells your life story in it,

What you mean it's illogical?
Why would it be stupid?
You believe in God,
I can believe in Cupid!

I wasn't disrespectful to God!
But you were to my precious stars!
Now get out of my sight,
So I can logically love
My logically dumb farse!