The Sermon

The invariable error, blind faith a plague embraced by the vocal masses

Questions never brought into fruition

An icy fear freezing both their lips and their reasoning

In this delusional travesty,

All turn a blind eye to the obvious injustices of the so-called divine truths

Individuality a fading memory, manipulated and morphed into an unacceptable practice

What should be reviled as hysteria, now hailed as a doctrine to the faithful

Mindless abominations controlled by a mere snapping of fingers

Obeying to the fullest extent

Now fueled by the knowledge of immediate scorn if any deviation should occur

This constant upkeep takes one's eyes off the one true subject they should be defending with their lives

I refuse to let my time line be dictated

Blood covering the walls of this sanctified house

Its taint has taken hold of millions, let me be the heretical one

This is my final stance, i refuse to be poisoned further!