Their pious iconography, seductive and sublime
Artifacts from allegoric myth
Crucifix, testaments - seemingly benign
What havoc
have they wrought upon this earth
Stalking, these jackals never cease
Clawing at our gates
With nebulous beliefs,
apocryphal
Born from the callow minds of men
Not resting till they have theocracy in hand
And Church molesting State
Their
laughable liturgies
Intelligent design?
Mortify the blind faithful flock
Comedies canonical, this spectacle divine
Mesmerizing
millions over naught
Slowly, they pander their disease
With secrecy enshrined
At the table of deceit, the faithful
dine
Born from the callow minds of men
Not resting till they have theocracy in hand
And Church molesting State
To break
the secular conduct
To rule with piety perverse
While the s**t of the State f*****g reeks
Only they could make it even
worse
Yet they stand in fear,
Petrified in the face of science,
Where evidence stands to contradict,
And deny their faith
of servility
Defined, by myth
It's a fable that should never burden man
And the church, with power replete,
Would sanction
the very rule of myth over man
As insidious agents of faith,
Still lost in the ether (Amen)
So we sing the agnostic's
song
In spirit and mind we govern ourselves
We need not their catechist codes
To live out our days, and make our tomorrows