I have no use for faith;
the concept has no meaning.

The assurance of things hoped for -
The conviction of things not seen.

Yet, hope has no meaning in certainty.
And belief without evidence is folly.

What then is this sophistry?
By what trick does doubt become surety?

Do you believe without doubt?
Then, for you... there is no question.

If you are but three-fourths convinced -
Acknowledge your indecision.

Hope, love, trust, belief - these I comprehend.
Compassion and empathy have meaning.

But faith flies planes into buildings,
And makes believers drink death's Kool-aid.

There are no seventy-two virgins, no utopia.
No reward for being naïve.

For faith, hope and love abide,
but one is an illusion.