Professor Dawkins, what will you say?
Standing before Him on Judgement day.
Will you squirm and squeal and solicit for your soul?
Will you plead for His mercy before you’re cast into the hole?
At that time you will know much confusion.
You’ll be shown your life and you’ll see your Delusion.
Pleading, ‘please not the Devil’s kitchens!’
Just like your friends, Darwin and Hitchens.
And then you will know your monstrous mistake
When you reach the fire that fills hell’s lake.
And you will know preposterous pain
When your flesh is torn from your frame.
If only you had bowed before our merciful and loving Lord.
If only you hadn’t laughed and labelled us with fraud.