Swallowed by rage,
The wolf is out of sage's hide
signalling to the great slide
of the dawn of a new age.
Riled from unanswered heeds
unfettered; this abominable fiend
incessant on making gods bleed
with those who sell this trade,
the men of cloth conducting this mindless charade.
Snivel up and grovel at his feet
for the sake of their forsaken lives which feed,
his raging soul ignited by their creed
Why the righteous are trudged and smashed?
Why the good belittled and bashed?
Why the punctilious considered pushovers; trash?
Why is faith manipulated to be an eyesore; a rash?
Is there no justice, no godly scheme,
No fellowship, no Utopian dream.
If men are a reflection of god,
then is he too a sadist, a slipshod.
Reveling in other's misery
residing in decadent opulence
while his believers toil in penury
misled by men who sell superstition with influence.
as he remains ignorant and in leisure
watching his sheep slaughtered for his pleasure.
