Wipe out all the wonder from creation
Replace it all with fractals
And synthesize the beauty and design
Pulling wings off
spiritual flies
So smug and oh so certain
That yours is the enlightened state of mind
Your soul will contemplate its
emptiness
Mired in the figures and equations in your head
Embrace the black
Turn away from civilized society
Wrap yourself
in ignorance
And force us to accept on pain of death
Marry myths with superstitious nonsense
And damn the
nonbelievers
Salvations yours, to hell with all the rest
No absolutes are so self-evident
Twisted by your hate, the very word of
God
And instrument of death
And who can say which to path to take?
Or bind anothers fate?
A billion-fold extremists point
of view create or hell
Each must be entitled to the conscience of the King
Theres nothing left to wait but for the tolling of the
bell