Professor Dawkins, what will you say?
Standing before Him on Judgement day.
Will you squirm and squeal and plead for your soul?
Will you beg 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.
But then you will know your monstrous mistake
When you smell the sulphur of hell’s fiery lake.
And you will experience preposterous pain,
When the flesh is torn from your broken little frame.
If only you had bowed before our merciful and loving Lord.
If only you hadn’t laughed and labelled us with fraud.