Zealotry

Keep preaching to me about how i should live

When your whole life is spent in fear and confusion

I denounce you and your beliefs

A false sense of security

Consumed with ignorance

Pillars of faith will crumble at your feet

I will never be like you in fact i despise you

Corrupting the weak around you

Infected by false love

Behind a facade of good will selfish motives shine through

A weak shell of a person, relying on others for your needs

Shrouded in confusion, cowering in fear

You hope your faith will save you but it condemns you

Self-righteous subversion, insecurities

Populace-controlling organized lies keep your mind closed

Keep the scriptures close to your heart

Your mind is saturated with dirt

Lost in a dictatorship of consciousness

Wait for promised rewards

And suffer your fate

Fuck you and your cries of blasphemy

A carbon copy of the weak will surrounding you

Inflated minds of pious audacity

Found purpose to fill the voids that are found in you

You got a taste of that sordid gimmick

Now it melts in your mouth like the body of christ

A simple minded cult of converted mimics

Just puppets on the strings of the religious right

Embracing foreign structure free will trapped inside

Your need to be governed truly boggles the mind

It's the same thing that leads the majority into the same path of conceit

Followed by the shallow struggle to obtain the status elite

What about autonomy and the will to choose your own destiny?

What makes you think your faith gives you the right to point a finger at me

Or condemn anyone who debates the truth in the face of stupidity?

If only that strange voice in your head were just enough to stretch

The perimeter beyond its current state of infinite confinement

What makes you think you deserve a place beside your creator

The force behind the universe, time and space?

Are you so naive to think that if such a being did exist

It would even notice the tiny speck that you are?

Lost in a maze of justifications

You hide the reality you once knew