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Fallen for a mare’s nest

For insidious trickery

For perfidious corruption of an amoral sect

The call of deceit, the stench of lies

Don’t listen…to all these foolish preacher’s words

Delusion rebuilt on fragile columns

Lost souls ready to take their place in the flock

Obvious untruth worshipped by masses

Don’t follow…a blinding light that hides betrayal

Nourished by the ones of colossal lies

Slithering like a doubtful snake

Spreading the venom of the false dawn

Praying malice, terror, hate and scorn

…dependants of lies…

The preacher:

I am god my words have been sainted

Believe in me, I know the way

Bow to me the two- faced father

Don’t you dare to doubt of me

Conform…to my despotism

Obey….all my empty words

Come…and be my spineless servant

Kneel…before my unholy throne

As a child of god, in the arms of indifference

Affecting a sheltered life

The bottom’s he’s at one with self-deception

Straight fall for a liar

Avid to pay the price for their salvation

For a place in a doubtful collective

Blessed by those of feigned belief

Don’t act like a fool canting facile speeches

Holding sway over those of feeble minds

Controlling the fate of the weak

Dominate, enslave, manipulate

The core essence how religion kills

…and it does…for sure it does…

The slaves:

For all of our lifetime we’ll be serving

Obedient children of light