Organized Religion,
The weapons of the idle Gods,
The great wanton woes,
The sickly fetishes,
The great bullys
Always in hidding, secretly going about.
The paranormal fool,
Always up to no good.
Who is going to reprimand it?
And why has there been none to initiate it until now?
Who demonizes wealth,
And encourages poverty and suffering?
In the name of organized worship,
In the name of heavenly promises,
In the name of holiness,
A holiness that is marred in rampant hypocrisy and violence.
Washing and controlling the brains of the naïve ones
With fear tactics of doom, death and hell.
This much is true,
Only the wise and strong survives.
Unfortunately, evil just like good
Can be also wise and strong,
A kind of wicked wisdom
Like the one displayed by the wayward Gods.
Always setting the gullible minds against one another
Until they violently try to make an impression.
Fools, who and what are they worshiping?
let those wicked Gods settle their differences amoung themselves only.
And you, make a quick return to the sanity,
From which you have been detached.
The time is right
Where there must be a new understanding
Of what it means to be a God.
The responsibilities, duties and functions of a God
In a world full of evil and injustice.
Oh what a waste of power and might.