The Disbeliever's Cookbook Poem by Charles Karia

You once swallowed his arguments:
Nicely baked with scornful artfulness,
Salted with forbidden humour,
But spiced to create a soul tumour.

He had clever arguments against God:
He served ideas that rhymed with mad-
Cunningly chilled with arrogance,
And foaming with educated turbulence

He slyly peeled the young brains:
Cleverly planted weird seeds,
Yet feigned to defreeze your mind,
From cobwebs that bind.

It's here they get a mashed up brain:
Which simmers with ideas vain,
If unhealed, they too froth as deities,
While fermenting own unholy theories.